XXXIV

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XXXIV

“Venus won’t stir a peg without a fee,

And master is too partial entre nous

To⁠—” “Hush⁠—hush!” cried Eban, “sure that is he

Coming downstairs,⁠—by St. Bartholomew!

As backwards as he can,⁠—is’t something new?

Or is ’t his custom, in the name of fun?”

“He always comes down backward, with one shoe”⁠—

Return’d the porter⁠—“off, and one shoe on,

Like, saving shoe for sock or stocking, my mad John!”