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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
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With patience, nay, approval: when the jawsMet i' the small o' the arm, 'Ha, Ladykin,Still at thy frolics, girl of gold?' laughed he:'Eat flesh? Rye-grass content thee rather with,Whereof accept a bundle!' Now,—what change!Laughter by no means! Now ’tis 'Fiend, thy friskWas fit to find thee provender, didst judge?Behold this red-hot twy-prong, thus I stickTo hiss i' the soft of thee!'""Behold? beholdA crazy noddle, rather! Sure the bruteMight well nigh have plain speech coaxed out of tongue,And grow as voluble as Ruksh himselfAt such mad outrage. 'Could I take thy mind,Guess thy desire? If biting was offence
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