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"But I like Bobby Burns best. ‘I think that was what began his downfall. Snatching-up his pistols, he rushed to the door, but to his horror found it fastened. David Courtlaw. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. She and Courtlaw drove homewards together. He blushed, too, spiritually, as it were.
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