In a momentary fury she seized and tore in pieces the study which remained upon the easel. Jolly nose! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip Are dug from the mines of canary; And to keep up their lustre I moisten my lip With hogsheads of claret and sherry. Do you think that I shall ever make an actress, my friend?” “I doubt it,” he answered bluntly.
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