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Ginger and Pickles retired into the back parlour.
They did accounts. They added up sums and sums,
and sums.
"Samuel Whiskers has run up a bill as long as his tail; he has had an ounce and three-quarters of snuff
since October."
"What is seven pounds of butter at 1/3d, and a stick of sealing wax and four matches?"
“Send in all the bills again to everybody” 'with compiments,' replied Ginger. |
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