"Will he post the cole? Will he come down with the dues? Ask him that?" cried
Blueskin. "Impossible!" exclaimed the widow, wildly. He went on with his song, accompanying it
with the most ridiculous grimaces:
"When years were gone by, she began to rue
Her love for the gentleman, (meaning you!)
'I slighted the journeyman fond,' quoth she,
'But where is my gallant of high degree?
Where! where!
Oh! where is my gallant of high degree?'
Ho! ho! ho!"
"What are you doing here!" demanded Thames. "
"We know it," cried several voices. I’m leaving you, and you can’t stop me. “Very likely,” he answered. I’m afraid I’m a terribly clumsy fellow. For
a long time neither spoke again. “Mr.
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