CHAPTER 14
BOOK IV
CHAPTER XIV
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-Then reach me my breeches off the chair, said my father to Susannah.
-- -- -There is not a moment's time to dress you, Sir, cried Susannah -- the child is as black in the face as my -- -- -As your what? said my father, for like all orators, he was a dear searcher into comparisons.
