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It’s one of their worst traits, one of their very worst. ” “It is a conspiracy,” she exclaimed. At a sign from Ah Cum, official custodian of the sightseers, the polechair coolies pressed toward the left and halted. 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. The family always managed to make it home for supper, even though it was a dying custom.
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