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लेखक: Charles Dickens

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स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें। · बैकस्पेस अक्षम — गलती के बाद भी जारी रखें।

Madame enforced the conclusion of this piece of advice by
striking her little counter with her chain of money as if she
knocked its brains out, and then gathering the heavy handkerchief
under her arm in a serene manner, and observing that it was time
to go to bed.
Next noontide saw the admirable woman in her usual place in the
wine-shop, knitting away assiduously. A rose lay beside her, and
if she now and then glanced at the flower, it was with no
infraction of her usual preoccupied air. There were a few
customers, drinking or not drinking, standing or seated,
sprinkled about. The day was very hot, and heaps of flies, who
were extending their inquisitive and adventurous perquisitions
into all the glutinous little glasses near madame, fell dead at
the bottom. Their decease made no impression on the other flies
out promenading, who looked at them in the coolest manner (as if
they themselves were elephants, or something as far removed),
until they met the same fate. Curious to consider how heedless
flies are!--perhaps they thought as much at Court that sunny
summer day.

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