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[Subdued applause.
Proprietor.
Here looms a giant, eight feet long,
Appropriately mild and strong.
Scorch with thy burning tongue the toast:
“Honor to him who grows the most!”
The Giant withdraws his feet from a position somewhere on the other side of the table, unpacks his legs, stretches gradually toward the ceiling, steps back two or three feet, frowns fiercely upon the company, and proceeds, in a thin, piping voice:
Proprietor.
Here looms a giant, eight feet long,
Appropriately mild and strong.
Scorch with thy burning tongue the toast:
“Honor to him who grows the most!”
The Giant withdraws his feet from a position somewhere on the other side of the table, unpacks his legs, stretches gradually toward the ceiling, steps back two or three feet, frowns fiercely upon the company, and proceeds, in a thin, piping voice:
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