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"I think I like it better without your explanations and remarks," observed Bones. "There is a proverb, my friend, about 'refined gold,' and 'the lily,' that you would do well to remember. Hang it! man, do you think nobody understands or appreciates poetry but yourself?"
Perhaps I have over-aired him lately; but it seems to me that Bones is a good deal "above himself." If I can only get him back into the cupboard, I have more than half a mind to lock him up for good and all.
THE END.
LONDON:
ROBSON AND SONS, PRINTERS, PANCRAS ROAD, N.W.
