Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 286: what you’re looking at

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216 IN THE SUNK LANDS. Four years in a seminary have done won- ders. She no longer says ‘‘ hit” for it, or ‘jess’ for just, but is a brilliant conversa- tionalist. You would see a vision of loveli- ness with bewitching blue eyes, creamy complexion and a wealth of golden hair. She is the brightest, wittiest—but there, perhaps I am prejudiced. No doubt Bob was joking the other day when he asked me if any date had been decided on. Just before we indulge in our annual hunt we have a general meeting in the club room, and if any outsiders are present, they gen- erally ask for an explanation of our aim and object. Then Joe, who, by the way, is about to be admitted to the bar, will recount the adventures we met with when on our first hunt IN THE SUNK LANDS. THE END, EOMIEHDOOKS.coO Th