"I am the victim, sir, of editorial iniquity, and typographical
abomination!"
"Anan?" said Verty.
"I am a victim, sir!"
"Yes, you look angry."
"I am!"
Verty shook his head.
"That is not right," he replied; "Redbud says it is wrong to be
angry--"
"Redbud!"
"Yes, sir."
"Consign Miss Redbud--!"
"Oh, no!" said Verty, "don't do that."
"I have a right to be angry," continued Roundjacket, flourishing his
ruler; "it would be out of the question for me to be anything else."
"How, sir?"
"Do you see that?"
And Roundjacket held up the paper, flourishing his ruler at it in a
threatening way.
"The paper, sir?" said Verty.
"Yes!"
"What of it?"
"Abomination!"
"Oh, sir."
"Yes! utter abomination!"
"I don't understand, sir."
"Mark me!" said Roundjacket.
"Yes, sir."
"That is the 'Virginia Gazette.'"
"Is it, sir?"
"Published at Williamsburg."
"I think I've heard of it, sir."
"Williamsburg, the centre of civilization, cultivation, and the other
ations!" cried Roundjacket, flourishing his ruler savagely, and
smiling with bitter scorn.
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