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Oh, heavens! murmured Lady Cecilia: while the earl seemed struck dumb by the approaching figure of Titmouse. That gentleman, however, was totally changed from the Titmouse of a former day. He had now acquired a due sense of his personal importance, a just confidence in himself. Greatness had lost its former petrifying influence over him. And, as for his appearance on the present occasion, _he_ had grown so familiar with it, as reflected in his glass, that it never occurred to him that the case might be different with others who beheld him for the first time. The candor upon which I pride myself urges me to state, however, that when Titmouse beheld the military air and superb equipments of the earl--notwithstanding that Titmouse, too, wore a sword--he felt himself _done_. He advanced, nevertheless, pretty confidently--bobbing about, first to Lady Cecilia, and then to the earl; and after a hasty salutation, observed,--
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May I ask what your Lordship thinks of _me_? First time I ever appeared in this kind of thing, my Lord--ha! ha, your Lordship sees!