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125 My nose ! . ..

’My finger, ... in the crack Between the tree and bark ! He may prove strong And rap me. . .'

Over the nose. ..

. . . ' O* th* knuckles t Ay, 1 But I cried, ' Forward, Gascon ! Duty calls ! On, Cyrano 1 ' And thus I ventured on ... When, from the shadow, came. ..

A crack o' th' nose.

I parry it find myself. ..

Nose to nose. . ..

Heaven and earth !

. . . With a hundred brawling sots, Who stank. ..