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"What do you think, now," says Mr. Guppy, "about—you don't mind Smallweed?" "Not the least in the world. I have the pleasure of drinking his good health." "Sir, to you!" says Mr. Smallweed. "I was saying, what do you think NOW," pursues Mr. Guppy, "of enlisting?" "Why, what I may think after dinner," returns Mr. Jobling, "is one thing, my dear Guppy, and what I may think before dinner is another thing. Still, even after dinner, I ask myself the question, What am I to do? How am I to live? Ill fo manger, you know," says Mr. Jobling, pronouncing that word as if he meant a necessary fixture in an English stable. "Ill fo manger. That's the French saying, and mangering is as necessary to me as it is to a Frenchman. Or more so." Mr. Smallweed is decidedly of opinion "much more so." "If any
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