"For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind."--_Hosea_ VIII, 7. "Ehea, Inkosi am. I know by the smell of it that this snuff is of the same kind as that which my grandson brought from you the other day. Well, I am thankful that before I die I taste in my nose what really _is_ snuff. But to think that I should have had to wait all these years for it;--and now to be unable to see its colour! There, I have kissed your hand, and that is all I can do to show my gratitude.…
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