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the slimy snail under his heel, and 
nettles sprang up to receive him as 
he fell. I led the stinging ants over 
his legs, if he sat at Violetta’s feet, 
and blistered them. I placed wasps 
in his nosegays, and bribed a huge 
hornet with a bee’s fresh-taken honey- 
bag, to sting him on the nose. How 
I laughed at that! He was compelled 
to wear it for fourteen days in a black 
silken case.” 
“ I could not have thought you 
half so mischievous,” said I. 
“ More, more — though I knew 
that I was offending and incurring 
a heavy after - penance. Ah, Mr. 
Honeycomb ! a man wooes at a dis- 
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