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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: you may lay your two fingers into the say there, and not get to the
bottom of the fat. That's Sir Richard's sending. He's all for
them Leighs, and no wonder, they'm brave lads, surely; and there's
a saddle-o'-mutton! I rode twenty miles for mun yesterday, I did,
over beyond Barnstaple; and five year old, Mr. John, it is, if ever
five years was; and not a tooth to mun's head, for I looked to
that; and smelt all the way home like any apple; and if it don't
ate so soft as ever was scald cream, never you call me Thomas
Burman."
"Humph!" said Jack. "And that's their dinner. Well, some are born
with a silver spoon in their mouth."
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