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"Thy equal," was my reply, "if thou really art what thy appearance bespeaks."
"This is not the right way. What business hast thou here?"
"And what right hast thou to question me?" I replied in a determined accent."
"The terrible man measured me with his looks from tip to toe: He seemed to compare my haughty answer with my defenceless situation-"Thou art impudent like a beggar," he resumed at length."
"Very possible, I have been one but yesterday."
"He laughed, exclaiming with a horrid grin, "My honest friend, I hope thou doest not presume to be thought something better."
"That
