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The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Complete by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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gallus button off, I'll jist fix that,' and when that
was done, there was a hole to my yarn sock, so I turned
too and darned that.

"'Now,' sais I, 'how goes it? I'm considerable sharp set.
It must be gettin' tolerable late now.' It wanted a
quarter to six. 'My! sakes,' sais I, 'five hours and a
quarter yet afore feedin' time; well if that don't pass.
What shall I do next?' 'I'll tell you what to do,' sais
I, 'smoke, that will take the edge of your appetite off,
and if they don't like it, they may lump it; what business
have they to keep them horrid screetchin' infarnal,
sleepless rooks to disturb people that way?' Well, I
takes a lucifer, and lights a cigar, and I puts my head up
the chimbly to let the smoke off, and it felt good, I
promise _you_. I don't know as I ever enjoyed one half so
much afore. It had a rael first chop flavour had that cigar.

"'When that was done,' sais I, 'What do you say to
another?' 'Well, I don't know,' sais I, 'I should like
it, that's a fact; but holdin' of my head crooked up
chimbly that way, has a' most broke my neck; I've got
the cramp in it like.'

"So I sot, and shook my head first a one side and then
the other, and then turned it on its hinges as far as it
would go, till it felt about right, and then I lights
another, and puts my head in the flue again.

"Well, smokin' makes, a feller feel kinder good-natured,
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