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Mr.--I beg pardon--_Sir_ Hark--away, and gentlemen--gentlemen and ladies, am most uncommon, monstrous--particular happy to--to--(eh? _what_ d'ye say, Mr. Gammon?) see you all here--at this place--here--at Yatton.--(_Applause._) Ladies and gentlemen--I say--hem!--unaccustomed as--(_much applause_, during which Titmouse stooped and whispered to Gammon-- Curse me if I can catch a word you say!
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Down sat Mr. Titmouse, exhausted by his maiden speech; and quite overpowered, moreover, by the extraordinary applause with which he was greeted at its conclusion. In due course, many other toasts were drunk; among them were--
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(to which Mr. Mudflint responded in a very eloquent speech.)
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Dancing was now loudly called for; and the hall was speedily prepared for it. By this time, however, it was past eleven o'clock; the free potations of all the gentlemen, and indeed (to be candid) of more than one of the ladies, were beginning to _tell_, and the noise and confusion were very great. Fierce confused sounds issued from the servants' hall, where it proved that a great fight was going on between Pumpkin the gardener, and a man who insisted on shouting
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Titmouse forever--down with Aubrey!