The Issue Settled!

The ardent busybody bravely followed the burly one into the public-house and watched while he ordered a pint of beer. Then, touching him on the arm, she said:

“Do you think for one moment, my man, that that horrible drink is going to quench your thirst?”

The man smiled.

“Wot!” he said. “This ‘ere one glass? Not bloomin’ likely!”

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