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Rh Sickly !

Hark! Monsieur de Neuvillette, this in your ear : There 'a somewhat here, one no more dares to name, Than to say ' rope ' to one whose sire was hanged!

What may that be?

See here ! {{c|[He puts his finger three tunes, mysteriously, on his nose.} }} Do you understand!

Oh ! 'tis the ...

Hush ! oh, never breathe that word, Unless you 'd reckon with him yonder !

Hark! He put two snuffling men to death, in rage, For the sole reason they spoke through their nose!