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| | Chapter Chapter 22 of Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-21) |
 | | Hominy was a philosopher and an authoress, and consequently had a pretty strong digestion; but this coarse, this indecorous phrase, was almost too much for her. |
 | | Hominy had had her letters from abroad, beginning `My ever dearest blank,' and signed `The Mother of the Modern Gracchi' (meaning the married Miss Hominy), regularly printed in a public journal, with all the indignation in capitals, and all the sarcasm in italics. |
 | | Hominy said, save that she had learnt it from the cant of a class, and a large class, of her fellow countrymen, who in their every word, avow themselves to be as senseless to the high principles on which America sprang, a nation, into life, as any Orson in her legislative halls. |
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