Vulgar words in The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20, No. 121, November, 1867 (Page 1)
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If he chose to make love to a child, it was natural enough that he should begin by courting her nurse.
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There were three shanties,--they don't often have more than two or three in one place,--they were empty, and the snow had drifted in; Bob Stokes's oxen were fagged out, with their heads hanging down, and the horses were whinnying for their supper.
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"Well, you are a low cuss," said he; and, taking up a basket beside him, hobbled out of the room.
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Say Souldiers are the Sink Of Sinne to all the Realme; Given all to whores and drink, To quarrell and blaspheme.