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The Book-man said. “A ghostly touch
The legend has. I'm glad to see
Your flying Yankee beat the Dutch.”
“Well, here is something of the sort
Which one midsummer day I caught
In Narragansett Bay, for lack of fish.”
“We wait,” the Traveller said; “serve hot or cold your dish.”
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