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I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth, OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth: There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up, And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup! For a can of ale calms, A highwayman's qualms, And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! "Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle. A lot of girls have had it in for him but he must be picky or something because he didn’t go to Junior Prom even though I know he got asked. I wanted something alive. The clerk at the Raffles Hotel had accorded her but scant interest. She was pleased and a little flattered by his interest and sympathy. “Don’t you get it, Lucy? I’ve always thought he was an idiot. Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat.
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