Day by day he digested his meat with leading her the measures. A
diamond Delphinical dry　lecher it was. The ballad of the whipper of
late days here in England was but a scoff in comparison of him. All
the colliers of Romford, who hold their corporation by yarking the
blind bear at Paris Garden, were but bunglers to him; he had the right
agility of the lash; there were none of them could make the cord come
aloft with a twang half like him. Mark the　ending; mark the ending.