Irritates my cough to choking. Having mentioned it before,
Really, you should not compel one—Will you mizzle—as before?”
Quoth the Vulture, “Never more!”
“Smith!” I cried, “that joke repeating merits little better treating
For you than a condemnation as a nuisance and a bore.
Drop it, pray, it isn’t funny; I’ve to mix some rum and honey—
If you want a little money, take some and be off next door;
Run a bill up for me if you like, but do be off next door.”
Quoth the Vulture, “Never more!”
“Smith!” I shriek’d—the accent humbler dropping, as another tumbler