The good old Duke – no, the General, called me all trepidant to him, smiled, asked my age and service, liked the wire, and passed into the village.
Indeed the smoke was such they scarce could mark Their friends from foes,
Instead of the downstricken criminal I had dreamed of, there stood before me a man of society thinking about the affairs of his club.
I'm saving up my tips for a new guitar.
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