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Three-and-twenty years. What snuff do you take? Universal mixture. And you find it of use? Taggart tapped his box. In what respect? said I. In many - there is nothing like it to get a man through; but for snuff I should scarcely be where I am now. Have you been long here? Three-and-twenty years. Dear me, said I; and snuff brought you through? Give me a pinch - pah, I dont like it, and I sneezed. Take another pinch, said Taggart. No, said I, I dont like snuff. Then you will never do for authorship; at least for this kind. So I begin to think - what shall I do? Taggart took snuff. You were talking of a great work - what shall it be? Taggart took snuff. Do you think I could write one? Taggart uplifted his two forefingers as if to tap, he did not however. It would require time, said I, with a half sigh. Taggart tapped his box. A great deal of time; I really think that my ballads - Taggart took snuff. If published, would do me credit. Ill make an effort, and offer them to some other publisher. Taggart took a double quantity of snuff. |
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