My Aunt Catlin was carving a Box of Marmalade at the upper end of the Room, and Mr Pricke the minister stood at the lower end, but she had many distributions to make before she could come at him; and observing that he leer'd much that way, she whisper'd to one that was by her, Doe but marke, sayes shee, how the very sight makes Mr Teeth's prick water; instead of Mr Prick's teeth water.
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