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340 Clap the skull on top of the ribs, and clap a crown on
 * top of the skull.

You have got your revenge, old buster! The crown is
 * come to its own, and more than its own.

Stick your hands in your pockets, Jonathan—you
 * are a made man from this day,

You are mighty cute—and here is one of your
 * bargains.