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Theirs was no small strength, you may well think, and yet they were nothing but Chitterlings from the waist downwards, or at least serpents, not to tell a lie for the matter. The serpent that tempted Eve, too, was of the Chitterling kind, and yet it is recorded of him that he was more subtle than any beast of the field. Even so are Chitterlings.
"Hallo, my cute old boy, you have a good nose on you to be able to smell Polyte's cookery from your own house!" An immense laugh burst forth from the throats of those present. Malivoire, excited by his success, went on: "There is nothing for the rheumatics like a chitterling poultice! It keeps your belly warm, along with a glass of three-six!"
What were bread, meat, and beer, to the champion of equality! He went to the meeting that very night: he said he gloried in his losses they were for the cause: the whole conclave rang with shouts of applause, and Mr. Chitterling Crabtree went to bed happier than ever. I need not pursue his history farther; you see him here verbum sat.
Chitterling Crabtree attended all the meetings at the Crown and Anchor subscribed to the aid of the suffering friends of freedom harangued, argued, sweated, wrote was fined and imprisoned regained his liberty, and married his wife loved a community of goods no less than her spouse, and ran off with one citizen, while he was running on to the others.
Gordon, after a deep draught at the purl, thus began: "You observe yon thin, meagre, cadaverous animal, with rather an intelligent and melancholy expression of countenance his name is Chitterling Crabtree: his father was an eminent coal-merchant, and left him L10,000. Crabtree turned politician. When fate wishes to ruin a man of moderate abilities and moderate fortune, she makes him an orator. Mr.
Chitterling dried his tears; and contented himself with the reflection, that, in 'a proper state of things, such an event could not have occurred. "Mr. Crabtree's money and life were now half gone. One does not subscribe to the friends of freedom and spout at their dinners for nothing. But the worst drop was yet in the cup.
"Hallo, my cute old boy, you have a good nose on you to be able to smell Polyte's cookery from your own house!" A roar of laughter burst forth from the throats of those present. Malivoire, excited by his success, went on: "There's nothing for the rheumatics like a chitterling poultice! It keeps your belly warm, along with a glass of three-six!"
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