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BAD TEMPERS.
“How these shopkeepers will fib it!” said Mrs.
Partington, with an expression of pain on her venerable
features; “that young man I bought these needles of
said they were good-tempered; — only see how spitefully
this one has masecrated my finger.”
She held up the wounded member, a small red spot
denoting the injury. The sewing-circle sympathized
with her.
“It will feel better, I dare say, after it has done
aching,” continued she, as she took the last stitch in a
“thick little boy's jacket,” and rolled up her work for
the day. Many a pair of razeēd trousers has the world
seen added to its wealth, and the world never knew where
they came from — perhaps did n't care.
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