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'I should think they might, answered Greif. 'And now, gentlemen, roared the mayor from below, as he addressed the rustics, 'it is our duty to thank the good givers, and to drink to their never-to-be-clouded conjugal happiness. From where I stand, gentlemen, I can see the golden moonlight shining upon the silvery hair The mayor interrupted himself with a ponderous cough.