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Iambic and hexameter, farewell! In that moment the poet died in

Tho his expressions of life out of

ink-pots Things boil up quickly and unexpectedly in the soul;

century-old impulses, undreamed of by the inheritor; and when these

bubble and spill over the kettle's lip, watch out There is an island

in the South Seas where seysers burst forth under the

pressure of the foot Fate had stepped on Tho out of his bunk he was a reversion: the outlaw in

Lincoln-green, the Yeoler of the

southeast coast Quickly he got into his uniforht and prudence; for he realized that

he ht the purser, as cordial

"I'an Thomas; "and the doctor is ashore

Where's there an apothecary's shop?"

"Two blocks straight out frohts in the s Tummy?"

"I'm subject to dizzy spells Where's Jameson?" Jameson was the surly

cabin-mate

"Quit Gone over to the Cunard Fool Like a little money advanced?

Here's a bill, five dollars"