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The Shevalier de l'Orge, the young Frenchmin whom I wrote of in my last, / who had been rather shy of his visits while master was coming it so / very strong, now came back to his old place by the side of Lady Griffin: / there was no love now, though, betwigst him and master, although the / shevallier had got his lady back agin; Deuceace being compleatly devoted / to his crookid Veanus.
The shevalier was a little, pale, moddist, insinifishnt creature; and I / shoodn't have thought, from his appearants, would have the heart to do / harm to a fli, much less to stand befor such a tremendious tiger and / fire-eater as my master. But I see putty well, after a week, from his / manner of going on -- of speakin at master, and lookin at him, and olding / his lips tight when Deuceace came into the room, and glaring at him with / his i's, that he hated the Honrabble Algernon Percy.