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Part the First.
"Why, what's the matter with you?" cried the Squire.
"Matter enough," responded old Coney, who had come hobbling into our house, and sat down with a groan. "If you had the gout in your great toe, Squire, as I have it in mine, you'd soon feel what the matter was."
"You have been grunting over that gout for days past