A Pardonable Mistake

A BUTCHER of some eminence was lately in company with several ladies at

a game of whist, where, having lost two or three rubbers, one of the

ladies addressing him, asked, Pray, sir, what are the stakes now? To

which, ever mindful of his occupation, he immediately replied, Madam,

the best rump I cannot sell lower than tenpence halfpenny a pound.

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