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Now comes the sad part of this story—the
duplicity of George, old Primrose's pig.

George had keenly observed all old P.’s
doings for some time past, and had put two
and two together, checking off the result
on his four pettitoes, with his tail as a
marker.

George was perfectly aware that the great
caterpillar was no real genuine caterpillar,
but old Primrose in disguise; for George
had looked underneath him when pretending
to grub up artichokes, and had observed
his silk watch-guard and his spectacles,
and knew that caterpillars never wear such
things.

But George pretended to fully believe
that it was a real caterpillar—and why ?

Why, because’ he was a very dishonour-

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