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“Anna, you are the dearest, bravest sister in the world,” she cried. For a big-bellied glass is the palette I use, And the choicest of wine is my colour; And I find that my nose takes the mellowest hues The fuller I fill it—the fuller! IV. Perhaps you’ve heard—?’ Well, you know, he had.
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