The Plot Against The Giant First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, Whetting his hacker, I shall run before him, Diffusing the civilest odors Out of geraniums and unshelled flowers. It will check him. Second Girl shall run before him, Arching cloths be sprinkled with colors As small as fish-eggs. The threads Will abash him. Third Girl Oh, la...LE pure! I shall run before him, With a curious puffing. He will bend his ear then. I shall whisper Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals. It will undo him.

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