Jolly nose! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip Are dug from the mines of canary; And to keep up their lustre I moisten my lip With hogsheads of claret and sherry. Sir John felt that after all forty-five was not so very old. It’s gone. "What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger.
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