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Now, there's sense in that, I says. Letting on don't cost nothing; letting on ain't no trouble; and if it's any object, I don't mind letting on we was at it a hundred and fifty year. It wouldn't strain me none, after I got my hand in. So I'll mosey along now, and smouch a couple of case-knives. Smouch three, he says; we want one to make a saw out of. Tom, if it ain't unregular and irreligious to sejest it, I says, there's an old rusty saw-blade around yonder sticking under the weather-boarding behind the smoke-house. He looked kind of weary and discouraged-like, and says: It ain't no use to try to learn you nothing, Huck. Run along and smouch the knives three of them. So I done it. |
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