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Go now; there is rum broached, and wine; make a barbecue, and fill yourselves to bursting like the vultures ye are!" "Hello, lads, that's your sort!" roared a purple-faced ruffian with a hang-lip. "A right proper gal is that. Give her a huzza and crack yer pipes, lads!" "Bravo, Hanglip!" bellowed another of the same kidney.