‘I have an arthritic complaint, which is why you find me retired from fashionable life. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. "Your health, Kneebone. ‘It will suit me very well that you go away, because you are a person without sense and I do not wish to talk to you. John laughed even harder, his eyes misting over. I must tell somebody—and you would understand.
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