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If any testimony beyond my own is necessary to establish tho goodness of
Poppytop's character, let mo givo it in the last words of a dialogue I overheard last
night between, say, Brown and Jones : — " But you must acknowledge that
Pofpytop ...
If any testimony beyond my own is necessary to establish tho goodness of
Poppytop's character, let mo givo it in the last words of a dialogue I overheard last
night between, say, Brown and Jones : — " But you must acknowledge that
Pofpytop ...
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So is a piece of ordnance.] Opening Chorus of Invisible Spirits. We one horse fly
by night, We one horse fly by night, 'Midst troops of spirits. And so on had in fine-
night 'urn. 1st Spirit. — Speak, sister, speak, is the deed dun ? 2nd Spirit. — No ...
So is a piece of ordnance.] Opening Chorus of Invisible Spirits. We one horse fly
by night, We one horse fly by night, 'Midst troops of spirits. And so on had in fine-
night 'urn. 1st Spirit. — Speak, sister, speak, is the deed dun ? 2nd Spirit. — No ...
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... a gallop to dissipate the fumes of last night's ball ? And if she —
Adoranqelabellica, or whatever her name may be — is equally au fait in the
pigskin as in the rkux-temps, in the saddle as in the ball-room, how your heart
sinks at the inevitable ...
... a gallop to dissipate the fumes of last night's ball ? And if she —
Adoranqelabellica, or whatever her name may be — is equally au fait in the
pigskin as in the rkux-temps, in the saddle as in the ball-room, how your heart
sinks at the inevitable ...
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We shall not couch ourselves to-night. No! we must bo fresh, vivid, alert, when tho
first rays of tho sun, so beautiful, so fructuous, steal faintly through the obscurity,
tenebrous and profound, that broods around tho dome of Saint Powell's, or the ...
We shall not couch ourselves to-night. No! we must bo fresh, vivid, alert, when tho
first rays of tho sun, so beautiful, so fructuous, steal faintly through the obscurity,
tenebrous and profound, that broods around tho dome of Saint Powell's, or the ...
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3.15 Go to bed and get a good night's rest before the fatigues of tho Derby day.
3.20 TJp again like a bird, and eat cold goosoberry-pie till 5 Hot rum (neat) ad lib.
, Indian clubs, and dumb bells till ir " 7 Breakfast. You should eat a good breakfast
...
3.15 Go to bed and get a good night's rest before the fatigues of tho Derby day.
3.20 TJp again like a bird, and eat cold goosoberry-pie till 5 Hot rum (neat) ad lib.
, Indian clubs, and dumb bells till ir " 7 Breakfast. You should eat a good breakfast
...
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