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on. Being a favourite he was asked to sit 

 down and help himself; and after he had had 

 some wine he told some excellent stories. He 

 then rose to go, whereupon one of the party 

 said with more point than politeness, " Well, 

 Tom, you are the biggest liar in Oxford." 

 About three or four minutes afterwards he 

 returned, again knocked, and putting his head 

 in at the door said, " I beg your pardon, gen- 

 tlemen, but my son Tom is a prettier liar 

 than me." 



