Ponedeljak, Januar 17, 2011

carriage. She will

carriage. She will stick by her blackbox, nevertheless. So into the carriage with it she gets, much discomfited. The driver says he would drive to the mayors office and ave them ar two coves whats got the corpulent carpetbag and the bandbox, seed after, if it wernt that his honor never knows anything he ought to know, and is sure to do nothing. Theyll turn up, mam, i dont doubt, says the man, but its next to losin on em, to go to the mayors office. Our whole corporation, mam, dont do nothin but eats oysters, drinks whiskey, and makes presidentsthems what they do, marm. Lady swiggs says what a pity so great a city was not blessed with a biggerheaded corporation.

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