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Rh That made Gosh what it was. . . and he'd ask the police To remove that small boy while they heard the next piece.

"Now come," said the Devil, he said to me, With his swart face all a-grin, "This day, ere ever the clock strikes three, Shall you sin your darling sin. For I've wagered a crown with Beelzebub, Down there at the Gentlemen's Brimstone Club, I shall tempt you once, I shall tempt you twice. Yet thrice shall you fall ere I tempt you thrice."

"Begone, base Devil!" I made reply— "Begone with your fiendish grin! How hope you to profit by such as I? For I have no darling sin. But many there be, and I know them well. All foul with sinning and ripe for Hell. And I name no names, but the whole world knows That I am never of such as those." 