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[Who may this be, comes lounging through the door]
Who may this be, comes lounging through the doorWith stuck-up eyeglass, drawling at his ease?
Now, Cadling, in the first place, if you please,
Off with your hat!—come, try to bend your knees!—
Down, sirrah, rub your nose upon the floor!
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