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Smith, now, being more than half-seas over, became very uproarious, and, claiming the attention of the table, volunteered the following DRINKING SONG. I can't pump out all there is to these compositions. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are, wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the customs of any time. Let me make your future for you. Wasn’t it—a little bit of a scene?” “Oh! let me see. Then they dressed her in a dirty dress of coarse serge and a cap, and took away her own clothes.
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