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1     I|      exclaimed -~ ~"Where is Gyárfás? Where is that poet fellow
2     I|  entertainment. "Look alive, Gyárfás! Quick! Make a verse upon
3     I|   get nothing to eat!"~ ~Mr. Gyárfás cast down his eyelashes,
4     I|    to do with it," responded Gyárfás, placidly, "inasmuch as
5     I|   feet with bits of flannel. Gyárfás, the poet, and Vidra, the
6     I|  ground and closed his eyes, Gyárfás recited this epitaph over
7   VII|  history of Dobozy; the poet Gyárfás is at this moment writing
8   VII| Death's ferry. Even the poet Gyárfás had deserted him, and hastened