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50 "Of course it worries you a bit
 * To come so far on foot—

But how was I to blame for it?" "Well, well!" said he, "I must admit
 * That isn't badly put.

"And certainly you've given me
 * The best of wine and victual—

Excuse my violence," said he, "But accidents like this, you see,
 * They put one out a little.

"'Twas my fault after all, I find—
 * Shake hands, old Turnip-top!"

The name was hardly to my mind, But, as no doubt he meant it kind,
 * I let the matter drop.