I was so provoked at my stupidity that I came near retiring to a
nunnery, or taking a solemn vow not to speak a single word for a week.
Now, I haven't an unusually large mouth, and yet when I related my
unfortunate break to Charlie Parsons, the cashier of our bank, he was
cruel enough to hint that perhaps some people never could open their
mouth without putting their foot in it.
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