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MEETING a fat and patriotic1 Statesman on his way to Washington to beseech2 the President for an office, an idle Tramp accosted3 him and begged twenty-five cents with which to buy a suit of clothes. "Melancholy4 wreck," said the Statesman, "what brought you to this state of degradation5? Liquor, I suppose." "I am temperate6 to the verge7 of absurdity," replied the Tramp. "My foible was patriotism8; I was ruined by the baneful9 habit of trying to serve my country. What ruined you?" "Indolence." 点击收听单词发音
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