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A Bad Customer
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WE don't sell spirits, said a law-evading beer-seller; we will give
you a glass; and then, if you want a biscuit, we'll sell it to you for
three ha'pence. The good creature was handed down, a stiff glass
swallowed, and the landlord handed his customer a biscuit. Well, no, I
think not, said the customer; you sell 'em too dear. I can get lots of
'em five or six for a penny anywhere else.
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