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ON HIS WAY THROUGH THE WORLD 247<br />

a most beautiful view of the sea, the shore, the Marine Parade, and<br />

the " Albion Hotel," and where, were I five-and-twenty say, with<br />

nothing else to do, I would gladly pass a quarter of an hour talking<br />

about " Glaucus, or the Wonders of the Deep " with the object of<br />

my affections.<br />

Here, amongst the labyrinth of piles, Brownie goes flouncing<br />

along till she comes to a young couple who are looking at the view<br />

just described. In order to view it better, the young man has laid<br />

his hand, a pretty little hand, most delicately gloved, on the lady's<br />

hand ; and Brownie comes up and nuzzles against her, and whines<br />

and talks as much as to say, "Here's somebody," and the lady<br />

says, "Down, Brownie, miss."<br />

" It's no good, Agnes, that dog," says the gentleman (he has<br />

very curly, not to say woolly, hair under his natty little hat). " I'll<br />

give you a pug with a nose you can hang your hat on. I do know<br />

of one now. My man Rummins knows of one. Do you like<br />

pugs ?"<br />

" I adore them," says the lady.<br />

" I'll give you one, if I have to pay fifty pounds for it. And<br />

they fetch a good figure, the real pugs do, I can tell you. Once in<br />

London there was an exhibition of 'em, and _______ "<br />

" Brownie, Brownie, down !" cries Agnes. <strong>The</strong> dog was jumping<br />

at a gentleman, a tall gentleman with a red moustache and<br />

beard, who advances through the chequered shade, under the ponderous<br />

beams, over the translucent sea.<br />

" Pray don't mind, Brownie won't hurt me," says a perfectly<br />

well-known voice, the sound of which sends all the colour shuddering<br />

out of Miss Agnes's pink cheeks.<br />

" You see I gave my cousin this dog, Captain Woolcomb," says<br />

the gentleman ; " and the little slut remembers me. Perhaps Miss<br />

Twysden prefers the pug better."<br />

"Sir!"<br />

"If it has a nose you can hang your hat on, it must be a<br />

very pretty dog, and I suppose you intend to hang your hat on it<br />

a good deal."<br />

"Oh, Philip!" says the lady; but an attack of that dreadful<br />

coughing stops further utterance.

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