Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. "Quilt!—Mendez!—Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistle for the third time. You might even tire of me by then, you know. Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay. A black-garbed young lad leapt out and let down the steps. John sat with his parents who arrived bubbling with excitement, bragging to everyone about Lucy’s first performance for them exclusively. But he reckoned without his host. “I forbid it!” she said firmly.
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