MY BRIDE! WHAT BRIDE? I HAVE NO BRIDE!

TO LIVE, FOR ME, JANE, IS TO STAND ON A CRATER-CRUST WHICH MAY CRACK AND SPUE FIRE ANY DAY.
WELL, JANE, DO YOU KNOW ME?
Only take off the red cloak, sir, and then—
BUT THE STRING IS IN A KNOT—HELP ME.
Break it, sir.
THERE, THEN—‘OFF, YE LENDINGS!’
Now, sir, what a strange idea!
BUT WELL CARRIED OUT, EH? DON’T YOU THINK SO?

WELL, JANE, DO YOU KNOW ME?

Only take off the red cloak, sir, and then—

BUT THE STRING IS IN A KNOT—HELP ME.

Break it, sir.

THERE, THEN—‘OFF, YE LENDINGS!’

Now, sir, what a strange idea!

BUT WELL CARRIED OUT, EH? DON’T YOU THINK SO?

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