His hand flew across the paper. Everybody, he felt, must be listening behind their papers. 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. They stood for a moment in the passage and listened. The man who came to our rooms, you know, that night was his friend.
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