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20 been and will ever be the prolific Alma Mater! Above his Toby ruff he carries a nose!—ah, good my lords, what a nose is his! When one sees it one is fain to cry aloud, 'Nay! 'tis too much! He plays a joke on us!' Then one laughs, says, 'He will anon take it off.' But no!—Monsieur de Bergerac always keeps it on.

He keeps it on,—and cleaves in two any man who dares remark on it!

His sword—'tis one half of the Fates' shears!

He will not come!

I say he will! and I wager a fowl—à la Ragueneau.

Good!