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Whats that? said Harris. A frying-pan? No, said George, with a strange, wild look glittering in his eyes; they are all the rage this season; everybody has got them up the river. Its a banjo. I never knew you played the banjo! cried Harris and I, in one breath. Not exactly, replied George; but its very easy, they tell me; and Ive got the instruction book! |
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