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Good Luck, she is never a lady, / But the cursedest quean alive, / Tricksy, wincing, and jady -- / Kittle to lead or drive. / Greet her -- she's hailing a stranger! / Meet her -- she's busking to leave! / Let her alone for a shrew to the bone / And the hussy comes plucking your sleeve! / Largesse! Largesse, O Fortune! / Give or hold at your will. / If I've no care for Fortune, / Fortune must follow me still! / The Wishing-Caps
Then, lowering their voices, they spoke together. Kim came to rest under a tree, but the lama tugged impatiently at his elbow.