Section 2. “We do not want the men,” said Miss Miniver; “we do not want them, with their sneers and loud laughter. "Bless your soul! d'ye think I'm to be gammoned by such nonsense. S. 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. Stanley lost patience.
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