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My Lady's Coachman John, be'ng married to her Maid, her ladyship did hear on't and to him thus she said. "I never had a wench so handsome in my life, prithee therefore tell me how got you such a wife." John star'd her in the face, and Answer'd very Blunt "e'en as my Lord got you." "How's that?" "Why by the cunt."
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