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INFLUENZA.
“I declare, I b'lieve I 'm going to have the influwednesday,”
said Mrs. Partington, tenderly enveloping
her nose in her cotton bandanna, previous to a blast that
would have done credit to Sam Robinson's stage-horn in
the old time. “'T is a dreadful feeling to have your
head as big as a bucket of water, and your nose dropping
like the eaves, and your flesh all creepy with cold
pimples, like a child with the mizzles. Paul's sister's
child, she that married with a Smith, had the distemperature
so bad that they had to put cork stoppers in his
nostrils to keep his brains from running out!”
She was here “brought up” suddenly with a fit of
coughing; the knitting-work was laid by for the night,
and she went up stairs with a hot brick for her feet, and
a little preparation of something hotter for her stomach.
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