Digital primer

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'As a letter?' asked Sponge.
'I 'spose so,' replied Jack; 'how would you think?'
'Oh, I don't know,' replied Sponge. 'Will _you_ try your hand?' added he,
holding out the pen.
'Why, I'm busy just now, you see,' said he, pointing to his cigar, 'and
that horse of yours' (Jack had ridden the redoubtable chestnut,
Multum-in-Parvo, who had gone very well in the company of Hercules) pulled
so confoundedly that I've almost lost the use of my fingers,' continued he,
working away as if he had got the cramp in both hands; 'but I'll prompt
you,' added he, 'I'll prompt you.'
'Why don't you begin then?' asked Sponge.
'Begin!' exclaimed Jack, taking the cigar from his lips; 'begin!' repeated
he, 'oh, I'll begin directly--didn't know you were ready.'
Jack then threw himself back in his chair, and sticking out his little
bandy legs, turned the whites of his eyes up to the ceiling, as if lost in
meditation.
'Begin,' said he, after a pause, 'begin, "This splendid pack had a stunning
run."'
'But we must put _what_ pack first,' observed Sponge, writing the words
'Mr.


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