Hubert, my friend, I had a thing to say. But let it pass--the sun is shining bright: To suit my purpose, it had needs be night, If where we stand could be a railroad tunnel, As if we looked at Tartarus through a funnel; If you could only scent what I propose, Yet let it not smell rankly in your nose, If you could, or if I--Hubert, my lad, Who made that coat?--indeed, the cut's not bad.

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