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'Corked, by Jove!' exclaimed Jack.
'It is!' rejoined Sponge, smelling at his half-emptied glass.
'Better have another bottle,' observed Jack.
'Certainly,' replied Sponge, ringing the bell. 'Spigot, this wine's
corked,' observed Sponge, as old Pomposo entered the room.
'Is it?' said Spigot, with the most perfect innocence, though he knew it
came out of the corked batch. 'I'll bring another bottle,' added he,
carrying it off as if he had a whole pipe at command, though in reality he
had but another out. This fortunately was less corked than the first; and
Jack having given an approving smack of his great thick lips, Mr. Sponge
took it on his judgement, and gave a nod to Spigot, who forthwith took his
departure.
'Old trick that,' observed Jack, with a shake of the head, as Spigot shut
the door.
'Is it?' observed Mr. Sponge, taking up the observation, though in reality
it was addressed to the fire.
'Noted for it,' replied Jack, squinting at the sideboard, though he was
staring intently at Sponge to see how he took it.


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