You must forgive the poet’s license I take. Close behind him stood the tall gaunt figure of Marvel, with his large bony hands, his scraggy neck, and ill-favoured countenance. I suppose most of our daughters would marry organ-grinders if they had a chance—at that age. He must be a sly fox to get out of the Mint without my knowledge.
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