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"You value it for the quaintness and singularity of its form," said I; "it appears to be less adapted for real use than our own pottery." "I care little about its form," said the old man; "I care for it simply on account of.

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however, why talk to you on a subject which can have no possible interest for you?
I expect the surgeon here presently." "I do not like that surgeon at all," said I; "how strangely he behaved last night, coming back, when I was just falling asleep, to ask me if I would sell my horse." The old man smiled.

"He has but one failing," said he, "an itch for horse-dealing; but for that he might be a much richer man than he is; he is continually buying and exchanging horses, and generally finds himself a loser by his bargains: but he is a worthy creature, and skilful in his profession--it is well for you that you are under his care." The old man then left me, and in about an hour returned with the surgeon, who examined me and reported favourably as to my case.