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High Dutch.
It was evening: and myself and the two acquaintances I had made in the fair -- namely, the jockey and the tall foreigner -- sat in a large upstairs room, which looked into a court; we had dined with several people connected with the fair at a long _table d'hote_; they had now departed, and we sat at a small side-table with wine and a candle before us; both my companions had pipes in their mouths -- the jockey a common pipe, and the foreigner, one, the syphon of which, made of some kind of wood, was at least six feet long, and the bowl of which, made of a white kind of substance like porcelain, and capable of holding nearly an ounce of tobacco, rested on the ground. The jockey frequently emptied and replenished his glass; the foreigner sometimes raised his to his lips, for no other purpose seemingly than to moisten them, as he never drained his glass. As for myself, though I did not smoke, I had a glass before me, from which I sometimes took a sip.