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170 With both arms broken, a car to drive? Thunder of God! it’s queer.”

Same little blessé makes a spiel; Says he: “When I saw our driver reel, A Strange Shape leapt to the driving wheel And sped us safe through the night.” But Jerry, he says in his drawling tone: “Rats! Why, Priscilla came in on her own. Bless her, she did it alone, alone.…” Hanged if I know who’s right.