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The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Volume 02 by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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"Newton" whole) younger brother like, walkin' on foot,
and leadin' the dog by the head, while the heir is a
scoldin' him for not goin' faster.

"Then, there is an old aunty that a forten come from.
She looks like a bale o' cotton, fust screwed as tight
as possible, and then corded hard. Lord, if they had only
a given her a pinch of snuff, when she was full dressed
and trussed, and sot her a sneezin', she'd a blowed up,
and the fortin would have come twenty years sooner.

"Yes, it's a family pictur, indeed, they are all family
picture. They are all fine animals, but over fed and
under worked.

"Now it's up and take a turn in the gardens. There is
some splendid flowers on that slope. You and the galls
go to look at 'em, and jist as you get there, the grass
is juicy from the everlastin' rain, and awful slippy; up
go your heels, and down goes stranger on the broad of
his back, slippin' and slidin' and coastin' right down
the bank, slap over the light mud-earth bed, and crushin'
the flowers as flat as a pancake, and you yaller ochered
all over, clean away from the scruff of your neck, down
to the tip eend of your heel. The galls larf, the helps
larf, and the, bed-room maid larfs; and who the plague
can blame them? Old Marm don't larf though, because she
is too perlite, and besides, she's lost her flowers, and
that's no larfin' matter; and you don't larf, 'cause you
feel a little the nastiest you ever did, and jist as near
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