After a little further discourse the old man took his departure. His attitude was as different from Gianfrancesco’s as night was from day. When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found. It was there in the breast pocket, stiff and legal looking. And Pottiswick, of course. Habits and tastes are no longer the same. And talking of every conceivable thing. “Okay, Mom.
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