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He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. The action did not pass unnoticed by Sheppard. 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. That “entirely English” comment was said just to provoke me.
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