The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 183: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XVIII THE SHAM DUEL It was soon after six o’clock on the following morning, that a carriage and pair entered upon Wormwood Scrubs, in those times, and even down to the latest davs, a famous resort for duellists. It is at no great distance from London, but is nevertheless sufficiently retired and lonely for the purpose to which it seems specially appropriated, and when viewed at that gray hour of the morning, the scene presented an aspect more than usually savage and desolate. Forth from the carriage descended the redoubtable Tash, with a pistol-case under his arm, and with an air of such swageering importance that it seemed as if he had come out into the suburbs because London itself was too confined to hold him. He was followed by Lord Sackville and Doctor Thurston, and leaving the carriage, they advanced to some distance, where they were met by Lord Curzon, the Honour- able George Macnamara, and Doctor Copperas. Curzon and Sackville appeared to take no notice of each other, but Captain Tash at once walked up to Macna- mara, and seizing him by the hand, shook it so heartily that the gentleman on whom he thus bestowed this mark of his cordiality actually writhed in the captain’s iron grasp. “Glad to see you this morning, my dear fellow,” said Tash. ‘‘ You and I have met before at drinking bouts, and in one or two street rows, but never on so agreeable an occasion as the present, and my only regret 1s that we are not the principals instead of the seconds.”’ ‘“ Captain Tash,” said the Honourable George Macnamara, somewhat coldly, ‘‘ you must be well aware that we have no time to waste in idle comments. Come, let us measure 166 GOmMmiichdoo cS (E(0)