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Master Jack. With astonishing inconsistency this Master Jack objected to the village blacksmith's wearing his leathern apron into the church, and he assailed the offender again and again with words and hints from his pulpit. He was at last worsted by the grimaces of the victorious smith (where was the Duxbury tithingman?), and indignantly left the pulpit, ejaculating,
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I'll not preach while that man sits before me. A remonstrating parishioner said afterward to Master Jack,
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I'd not have left if the Devil sat there.
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Neither would I