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Show Sarcastic 0rar Mildr. At a gathering In London not long ago 0ear Wilde was approached ap-proached by a nuall man, wtio slapped him familiarly on the lock, exclaiming: "Holloj, Oscar, d'yau know every time I fee you you get fatter and fatter?" 'I don't know who you are," replied re-plied the a;-tlo of ethetlciru. looking down from hii ad vantage ef 6evcral inches, "but cvtry time I eeyou von get ruder and ruder." eedle-o ssy tiie too friendly aoiuaintancc vanthed abashid into the crowd. "Can you tell me," askeii Oscar, tu rninu to a lady with whom he had lufct been talking, "who that dreadful dread-ful little cad !? "That, Mr. Wilde," returned the lady, with a Irigld glanro and hauirh! v manner, "is my husband." "Is it, Indeed?" replied he, with an a-reeable smile and holding his crouud. "I hen what a pity you dont teach him bitter iuannei!" j vndjn Lr'ie. |
