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Of the crowded court. . . See! the Judge looks down. . ., my Lord, I swear. . . The bells—I can hear the bells again! . . . Ethel, I come, I come! . ..

"Rouse up, old man, it's twelve o'clock. You can't sleep here, you know. Say! ain't you got no sentiment? Lift up your muddled head; Have a drink to the glad New Year, a drop before you go— You darned old dirty hobo . . . My God! Here, boys! He's !"