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Show (But (i)ha gwwA, ? Macpherson was strolling down the street when he noticed what he thought was the familiar figure of a friend. Quickening his steps, he came up to the man and slapped him hard on the back. To his confusion he then saw that he had greeted an utter stranger. "Oh, I beg your pardon," he said apologetically, "I thought you I were my old friend Mackintosh." The stranger recovered his wind and replied, with considerable heat: "And supposing I were Mackintosh, do you have to hit me so hard?" "What do you care," retorted Macpherson, "how hard I hit Mackintosh?" |