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 1     I|  jester, and his parasitical poet, all three of whom made
 2     I|    is Gyárfás? Where is that poet fellow skulking now?" And
 3     I|     of flannel. Gyárfás, the poet, and Vidra, the jester,
 4     I| heads.~ ~Then it came to the poet's turn.~ ~"Pardon, gratia,
 5     I|       the greyhound, and the poet. The Nabob gradually acquired
 6     I|  terms with one another, the poet beginning to call the gipsy "
 7     I|      by all means," said the poet. "Don't be afraid. I'll
 8     I|     over a corpse, while the poet was obliged to stand upon
 9     I|      behind them marched the poet, with the table-cloth tied
10     I|      from falling, while the poet led the way.~ ~"You see,
11   VII|   the history of Dobozy; the poet Gyárfás is at this moment
12   VII|     future. He also made the poet show him beforehand the
13   VII|      Death's ferry. Even the poet Gyárfás had deserted him,