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Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

Lady, You Know No Rules Of Charity, Which Renders Good For Bad, Blessings For Curses.

I Am As Vigilant As A Cat To Steal Cream.

Two Women Placed Together Makes Cold Weather.

I See You Stand Like Greyhounds In The Slips, Straining Upon The Start. The Game's Afoot; Follow Your Spirit: And Upon This Charge, Cry — God For Harry! England And Saint George!