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Rh But I’m driving you forth, and forever and aye, Hunger and Thirst and Cold.”

So I kicked them out with a scornful roar; Yet, oh, they turned at the garret door; Quietly there they spoke once more: “The tale is not all told. It’s au revoir, but it’s not good-by; We’re yours, old chap, till the day you die; Laugh on, you fool! Oh, you’ll never defy Hunger and Thirst and Cold.”