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218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn't like to come For fear of joggling Him! If I could shut him up In a Coffee Cup, Or tie him to a pin Till I got in— Or make him fast To "Toby's" fist— Hist! Whist! I'd come!
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