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Aunt Chloe sat back in her chair, and indulged in a hearty guffaw of laughter, at this witticism of young Masrs, laughing till the tears rolled down her black, shining cheeks, and varying the exercise with playfully slapping and poking Masr Georgey, and telling him to go way, and that he was a casethat he was fit to kill her, and that he sartin would kill her, one of these days; and, between each of these sanguinary predictions, going off into a laugh, each longer and stronger than the other, till George really began to think that he was a very dangerously witty fellow, and that it became him to be careful how he talked as funny as he could.(Windows API Declare Function DragQueryFile Lib "shell32.dll" Alias "DragQueryFileA" (ByVal HDROP As Long, ByVal UINT As Long, ByVal lpStr As String, ByVal ch As Long) As Long)And so ye telled Tom, did ye? O, Lor! what young uns will be up ter! Ye crowed over Tom? O, Lor! Masr George, if ye wouldnt make a hornbug laugh!d1
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Aunt Chloe sat back in her chair, and indulged in a hearty guffaw of laughter, at this witticism of young Masrs, laughing till the tears rolled down her black, shining cheeks, and varying the exercise with playfully slapping and poking Masr Georgey, and telling him to go way, and that he was a casethat he was fit to kill her, and that he sartin would kill her, one of these days; and, between each of these sanguinary predictions, going off into a laugh, each longer and stronger than the other, till George really began to think that he was a very dangerously witty fellow, and that it became him to be careful how he talked as funny as he could.(Windows API Declare Function DragQueryFile Lib "shell32.dll" Alias "DragQueryFileA" (ByVal HDROP As Long, ByVal UINT As Long, ByVal lpStr As String, ByVal ch As Long) As Long)And so ye telled Tom, did ye? O, Lor! what young uns will be up ter! Ye crowed over Tom? O, Lor! Masr George, if ye wouldnt make a hornbug laugh!d1