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Text for Page 040 [03-28-1861]

          Shepherd drunk and foolish.
three day�s passage, the weather being very
stormy and disagreeable.     He looked well
enough, much as usual, no thinner, wore a
cap and a decent suit of clothes, rather a thin
coat, but he had left his overcoat (the
one Bellew gave him over a year ago) at the
�Smithsonian,� where he had put up for the pre-
sent.           After half-an-hour�s talk, we left Ca-
hill, promising to return and Shepherd must needs
go to the house with me, being seized with
an absurd desire to visit Mrs. Ham.      So I
went down-stairs, intending to send
her up to him, had she been present, and sat
down to supper, at which meal he rejoined
me, in five minutes, being facetious and demon-
strative towards Mrs. Boley and our good-hu-
mored Irish servant-girl.     Boweryem appear-
ing, said that Shepherd had told him that Ca-
hill had returned � that he was in the house.  We
made it a �sell� on him.       Mrs. Ham coming,
I whispered off Shepherd to her side
and the further end of the almost-deserted table,
where he sang snatches of the �Last Rose of Sum-
mer� and comported himself with familiarity and
absurdly, to the latent exasperation of the crimson-
faced beast Levan, who is a sort of admirer of hers,               
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