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Rh He cannot stand in with two stable feet. Remember then!—for Art's sake, hold your life.'

We parted so. I held him in respect. I comprehended what he was in heart And sacrificial greatness.Ay, but he Supposed me a thing too small to deign to know: He blew me, plainly, from the crucible, As some intruding, interrupting fly Not worth the pains of his analysis Absorbed on nobler subjects.Hurt a fly! He would not for the world: he's pitiful To flies even.'Sing,' says he, 'and teaze me still, If that's your way, poor insect.'That's your way!