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 The duce take her and her influence toofor at that word I lose all patiencemuch good may it do him!By all that is hirsute and gashly! I cry, taking off my furr'd cap, and twisting it round my fingerI would not give sixpence for a dozen such!

But 'tis an excellent cap too (putting it upon my head, and pressing it close to my ears)—and warm—and soft; especially if you stroke it the right way—but alas! that will never be my luck(so here my philosophy is shipwreck'd again)

No; I shall never have a finger in the pye (so here I break my metaphor)