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" Father, the pig, the pig, do come and taste how nice the burnt pig eats." The ears of Ho-ti tingled with horror. He cursed his son, and he cursed himself that ever he should beget a son that should eat burnt pig. "
The Republic of Letters: A Weekly Republication of Standard Literature - Страница 55
1835
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