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Mr Pugsley sat in the study of his vicarage at Market Grazing. He was composing a sermon -- no doubt on the eternal lines of pre-election and the divine partiality. He never gathered how his principles made a comfortable sinecure of his living; but a sinecure it was -- a sort of well-furnished limbo, his complete enjoyment of which was only marred by a chronic dyspepsia. He looked up, as I entered, and greeted me with a frown.
"Gaskett! " he exclaimed. "I was somehow thinking of you, and here you are. "