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? ? ? ? "Well," says I, "I think they are a pack of flatheads for not keeping the palace themselves 'stead of fooling them away like that. And what's more- if I was one of them I would see a man in Jericho before I would drop my business and come to him for the rubbing of an old tin lamp."
? ? ? ? "How you talk, Huck Finn. Why, you'd have to come when he rubbed it, whether you wanted to or not."
? ? ? ? "What, and I as high as a tree and as big as a church? All right, then; I would come; but I lay I'd make that man climb the highest tree there was in the country."
? ? ? ? "Shucks, it ain't no use to talk to you, Huck Finn. You don't seem to know anything, somehow- perfect sap-head."
? ? ? ? I thought all this over for two or three days, and then I reckoned I would see if there was anything in it. I got an old tin lamp and an iron ring and went out in the woods and rubbed and rubbed till I sweat like an Injun, calculating to build a palace and sell it; but it warn't no use, none of the genies come. So then I judged that all that stuff was only just one of Tom Sawyer's lies.
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