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- by the nations he’s yoked; his game is done,—let him show his hand and
throw up his scepter; he cumbers Mardi,—let him be cut down and burned;
he stands in the way of his betters,—let him sheer to one side; he has
shut up many eyes, and now himself grows blind; he hath committed
horrible atrocities during his long career, the old sinner! —now, let
him quickly say his prayers and be beheaded.”
Howbeit, Bello lived on; enjoying his dinners, and taking his jorums as
of yore. Ah, I have yet a jolly long lease of life, thought he over his
wine; and like unto some obstinate old uncle, he persisted in
flourishing, in spite of the prognostications of the nephew nations,
which at his demise, perhaps hoped to fall heir to odd parts of his
possessions: Three streaks of fat valleys to one of lean mountains!
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