And the woollen-draper departed. “Yeah, where the hell were you? My friends would have driven you home when I came home if I could have found you. I didn’t ought to have sent for him. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. "Thames, I entreat—" "Your wishes are my laws, beloved, girl," replied Kneebone, bowing profoundly.
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