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“Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. 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. I did what I could to comfort her but she died in terrible pain. ” It was significant of her influence over him that he answered her calmly, although a storm of angry thoughts were struggling for expression within him.
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