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 As I mentioned one night to that cowslip-faced pet, Lady Rahab Redrabbit (Whom the Marquis calls Drabby for short). Well, I say, if you want a thing, grab it— That's what I did, at least, when I took that danseuse to a swell cabaret, Where expense was no consideration. A poet, you see, now and then must be gay. (I declined to give more, I remember, than fifty centeems to the waiter; For I asked him if that was enough; and the jackanapes answered—Peut-être. Ah, it isn't in you to draw up a menu such as ours was, though humble: When I told Lady Shoreditch, she thought it a regular grand tout ensemble.)