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THE valet of a man of fashion could get no money from him, and therefore
told him that he should seek another master, and begged he would pay him
the arrears of his wages. The gentleman, who liked his servant, and was
desirous of keeping him, said, True, I am in your debt, but your wages
are running on.--That's the very thing, answered the valet; I am
afraid they are running so fast, that I shall never catch them.
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