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Bull first gave tongue: Why, this is like old days.
I said we could not come too soon. Leastways,
Chimed Enoch, Nary one of us could wait.
Too soon? said Denis: shure it's most too late.
But pardon, Gentles! I have left too long
Our hostess standing these wild men among.
I said we could not come too soon. Leastways,
Chimed Enoch, Nary one of us could wait.
Too soon? said Denis: shure it's most too late.
But pardon, Gentles! I have left too long
Our hostess standing these wild men among.
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