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THE BANKER'S FATE. |
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Down he sank in a chair—ran his hands through his hair—
And chanted in mimsiest tones Words whose utter inanity proved his insanity,
While he rattled a couple of bones.
" Leave him here to his fate—it is getting so late ! "
The Bellman exclaimed in a fright. " We have lost half the day. Any further delay,
And we sha'nt catch a Snark before night ! ' |
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