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168 THE COURT OF LONDON the gloom which this pending duel naturally throws around us, nothing could give me greater satisfaction than to find that you are present on the occasion, for I am well aware that no member of the faculty has devoted more attention to wounds by bullets than yourself.’’ ‘“ Unless, my dear Doctor Thurston,” said Doctor Cop- peras, “‘it is yourself. Indeed, as I said in the Medical Rejormer last week, there is no follower of Esculapius living who has the same experience as you in a certain class of hurts and injuries.”’ “Why, my dear Doctor Copperas,” said Doctor Thurs- ton, “it was the very same opinion that I passed upon you, at the very same time, too, in the Scalpel.”’ And as they thus spoke, the two physicians threw a side- long glance toward the duellists and the seconds, to observe whether their dialogue produced any effect upon those noblemen and gentlemen. . Meantime Captain Tash and the Honourable Mr. Mac- namara were getting on more comfortably together than at first. Each had a pistol-case containing a pair of the murderous weapons, a flask of gunpowder, and several bullets, and they proceeded to load in each other’s presence. “These are Sackville’s pistols,’ said Tash, ‘ and a very excellent pair they seem to be. I could wing a fellow at twenty paces with them.’’ Bae ‘““And these pistols are mine,’ observed Macnamara. “Curzon did not possess a pair of duelling pistols.” “Neither would Sackville have had these,’’? remarked the gallant officer, ‘‘ unless I had assured him some weeks ago that it was highly necessary for a finished gentleman — we put the nobleman out of the question in this sense — to have a pair of such barkers asthese. Thunder and wounds! I only wish I had the handling of them just now. I could riddle my opponent through and through, and I feel just in the humour to do it, too,” added Tash, again looking grimly upon Macnamara, as if he thought it a very great shame, amounting almost to an insult, that this gentleman did not at once take the hint and offer to fight him. ‘These are not my bullets, though,’ said Macnamara, without heeding the captain’s last observation. ‘‘ Curzon gave them to me just now. Did you ever see bullets so GoOmichoo gs) (E(0)