Selecting in the dining-room The silver of his choice, The burglar heard from chamber gloom A female voice. As cold and bitter as a toad, She spat a nasty name, So even as his swag he stowed He blushed for shame. `You dirty dog!` he heard her say, `I sniff your whisky stench. I bet you`ve gambled half your pay, Or blown it on a wench. Begone from here, you rakehell boor! You shame the human race. What wife would pillow-share with your Disgusting face!` A tear the tender burglar shed, Then indignation rose, And swiftly striding to her bed He said: `I`m none of those. I am a connoisseur in crime And felonies I plan . . . But otherwise, believe me I`m A GENTLEMAN.`SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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