Pray do not apologise for breaking my arm with a stone three inches in
diameter.
Thanks for that pail of mud emptied over my head and hat.
It is really capital fun being pelted with gravel.
Never mind having smashed my dog-cart and killed the horse attached to
it.
Really, dodging this storm of bludgeons is the most amusing occupation
imaginable.
Never mind having crushed my skull, as I really wanted a chance to give
a good turn to the local doctor.
Finally, I would willingly acknowledge all these little humours
of a contested election in a spirit of genial amiability had you
not unfortunately broken my jaw and reduced me to a condition of
semi-insensibility.
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