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[Pondering.]  It is written: Thou shalt bridle the natural man;— And I daresay the drink may in time seem less sour. So be it! [Complies.

Ay, that was sagaciously said. You spit?

One must trust to the force of habit.

And next you must throw off your Christian-man's garb; For this you must know to our Dovrë's renown: Here all things are mountain-made, nought's from the dale, Except the silk bow at the end of your tail.

[Indignant.]

I haven't a tail!

Then of course you must get one. See my Sunday-tail, Chamberlain, fastened to him.

I'll be hanged if you do! Would you make me a fool?

None comes courting my child with no tail at his rear.