Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it. "I wouldn't force him for the world: but if he don't tip the stivers, may I be cursed if he don't get a taste of the aqua pompaginis. He was content to talk about himself, though in the back of his clever mind he already suspected that she was not offering any details about her life. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry.
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