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'In a fashion to bring tears to your eyes,' he
answered me, and offered to prove his words. 'Not for worlds,' said
I; 'but it grieves me to think how Fortune distributes her favours.'
I told him of my father. 'I should like to make the acquaintance of
such a man,' said he. 'You shall,' said I; and fetching a pencil and
a scrap of paper out of my pocket, I wrote as follows:--
"_To Mr. Jonathan Fett, Manufacturer of Flams,
W. Bromicheham_."
"The Public Stocks, Bovey Tracey, Devon.
June 21st (longest day)."
"DEAR FATHER,
Adopt bearer, in lieu of
Your affectionate son,
PHINEAS."
"The fiddler at first suspected a jest: but on my repeated assurances
took the letter thankfully, and at parting, on our release, pressed
on me the end of his sausage wrapped in a piece of newspaper.
I ate the sausage moodily and was about to throw the paper away when
my eye caught sight of an advertisement in the torn left-hand corner.


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