At the hole where he went in Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. Hear what little Red-Eye saith: 'Nag, come up and dance with death !' Eye to eye and head to head, (Keep the measure, Nag.) This shall end when one is dead: (At thy pleasure, Nag.) Turn for turn and twist for twist (Run and hide thee, Nag.) Hah ! The hooded Death has missed ! (Woe betide thee, Nag.)
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