I took my knife from my pocket, and in a very business-like manner proceeded to taste the article. "Why," said I, "this butter is not good." Here a sharp-faced woman stepped briskly up, and poking her head between us, said, at the highest pitch of her cracked voice, "Yes, it is good; it was made this morning express-ly for the con-sort." "I beg your pardon, madam.
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