Oh, these Tories! Well, if this does not make one.

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." Here he stopped short, crunched his teeth, and looked the image of desperation.
Seeing the poor man in this distressed condition, the writer begged him to be comforted, and not to take the matter so much to heart; but the indignant Radical took the matter very much to heart, and refused all comfort whatever, bouncing about the room, and, whilst his spectacles flashed in the light of four spermaceti candles, exclaiming, "It will be a job--a Tory job! I see it all, I see it all, I see it all!" And a job it proved, and a very pretty job, but no Tory job; shortly afterwards the Tories were out, and the Whigs were in.

From that time the writer heard not a word about the injustice done to the country in not presenting him with the appointment to.

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