The Grinder Papers — page 68: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 63 ‘“‘Bugram, the-RKegum; or, the Ghastly Guest,” says he. ‘‘Hob, the Happy Hunter of the Heath—Hunki Dori; or, the Doctor’s Vengeance, and McHeath, of McHeath; or, the Bloody Doom. Where air they ?” - Says I, ‘‘ Was they books?” | Says he, ‘‘Unprinted books—paper written on, and sticked together. ” ‘“‘Taw,” sez I, ‘‘I’m afeared they’re gone. You'd orter a left word about ‘em,”’ Just then in flies Miss Kittikins. | _ **Husband,” says she, ‘‘Yon fiend incarnate has destroyed my speech on the Supremacy of Woman, and my lecture on the Haunts of a Barn-Yard Hen. And the library is gone. Only twelve books left.” Says he, ‘‘ Wretched Female!” Says I, ‘‘What are you, I'd like to know?” Says he, ‘‘Listen. Have you burnt Dunderhead’s proof that an intellectual man never believes in anything ?”’ Says Miss Kittikins, ‘‘She Aas.” Says he, ‘‘I cannot forgive that. No, ! cannot forgive that. We will say adieu forever, Miss Grinder.” ‘Not before I’ve had my dinner,” says I. And I went to work at the pork and beans with a will. ‘“‘T’ve heerd tell of folks so dirty they didn’t know themselves when they was clean, and you belongto’em. Youd orter go onto yer bended knees and thank me ’stead o’ talkin’ so.” GComicboo “S (Glo)