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God help me. He smiled. Jolly nose! he who sees thee across a broad glass Beholds thee in all thy perfection; And to the pale snout of a temperate ass Entertains the profoundest objection. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. "So, stir your stumps, Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch. But while there's life there's hope.
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