God bless Henry. He lived like a rat, with a thatch of hair on his head in the beginning. Henry was not a coward. Much. He never deserted anything; instead he stuck, when things like pity were thinning. So may be Henry was a human being. Let`s investigate that. … We did; okay. He is a human American man. That`s true. My lass is braking. My brass is aching. Come & diminish me, & map my way. God`s Henry`s enemy. We`re in business… Why, what business must be clear. A cornering. I couldn`t feel more like it. —Mr. Bones, as I look on the saffron sky, you strikes me as ornery.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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