GLC03130: New York weekly museum. [No. 135 (December 11, 1790)]: Page #8
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and he'll not be home—I don't know when he'll be home."—But could not you guess, Sir?—because a great deal depends upon it—"Lord ma'am (replied Cerebus) I tell you I know nothing about it."—Sounds so ungentle, uttered by so rude a voice, frightened Julia most effectually, and she hastened away from the door; and Joe, sorrowful enough, was preparing to follow—when the porter beckoned him back with a hem! and the motion of his finger. "Pray, my lad (said the dog in office) who is that?" My Mistress (answered Joe), "Aye—From the country, I suppose?" Yes (replied Joe): I come from the country too. "O—so I see—so I see—You are not acquainted, I find with the ways in this town?"