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 | Inklings of adventure |  |
Title Page
INKLINGS OF ADVENTURE
BY THE
AUTHOR OF “PENCILLINGS BY THE WAY.”
Don Duart.
Clodio.
Don Duart.
Clodio.
I presume, sir, you are not of Portugal.
Clodio.
No, sir! I am a kind of—what-d'ye-call-'um—a sort of here-and-thereian.
I am a stranger nowhere.
Don Duart.
Have you travelled far, sir?
Clodio.
My tour of Europe, or so, sir?—dangled about a little.
Love makes a Man.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOLUME II.
NEW YORK:
SAUNDERS AND OTLEY, ANN STREET,
AND CONDUIT STREET, LONDON.
AND CONDUIT STREET, LONDON.
1836.
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