A Rill from the Town Pump by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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drawing her water, as Rachel did of old. Hold out your vessel, my dear!
There it is, full to the brim; so now run hone, peeping at your sweet image in the pitcher, as you go; and forget not, in a glass of my own liquor, to drink--"SUCCESS TO THE TOWN PUMP!" |
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