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 Where'll I hide my poor body from that ghost of hell?

God save you, my poor man.

Did you see a young lad passing this way in the early morning or the fall of night?

You're a queer kind to walk in not saluting at all.

Did you see the young lad?

What kind was he?

An ugly young streeler with a murderous gob on him, and a little switch in his hand. I met