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fellows  who  exchanged  glances  and  smiled,  saying  some-
       thing to one another in whispers.
          It was impossible to avoid noticing them, however, in re-
       ality, for they made their presence only too conspicuous by
       laughing and talking loudly. It was to be supposed that some
       of them were more than half drunk, although they were
       well  enough  dressed,  some  even  particularly  well.  There
       were one or two, however, who were very strange-looking
       creatures,  with  flushed  faces  and  extraordinary  clothes;
       some were military men; not all were quite young; one or
       two were middle-aged gentlemen of decidedly disagreeable
       appearance, men who are avoided in society like the plague,
       decked out in large gold studs and rings, and magnificently
       ‘got up,’ generally.
         Among our suburban resorts there are some which enjoy
       a specially high reputation for respectability and fashion;
       but  the  most  careful  individual  is  not  absolutely  exempt
       from the danger of a tile falling suddenly upon his head
       from his neighbour’s roof.
          Such a tile was about to descend upon the elegant and
       decorous public now assembled to hear the music.
          In order to pass from the Vauxhall to the band-stand,
       the visitor has to descend two or three steps. Just at these
       steps the group paused, as though it feared to proceed fur-
       ther; but very quickly one of the three ladies, who formed
       its apex, stepped forward into the charmed circle, followed
       by two members of her suite.
          One of these was a middle-aged man of very respectable
       appearance,  but  with  the  stamp  of  parvenu  upon  him,  a

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