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A MAN that owned a fine Dog, and by a careful selection of its mate had bred a number of animals but a little lower than the angels, fell in love with his washerwoman, married her, and reared a family of dolts1. "Alas2!" he exclaimed, contemplating3 the melancholy4 result, "had I but chosen a mate for myself with half the care that I did for my Dog I should now be a proud and happy father." "I'm not so sure of that," said the Dog, overhearing the lament5. "There's a difference, certainly, between your whelps and mine, but I venture to flatter myself that it is not due altogether to the mothers. You and I are not entirely6 alike ourselves." 点击收听单词发音
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