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SARA. _going over to dresser and counter very quickly, and getting two glasses and porter._—You’re heroes surely, and let you drink a supeen with your arms linked like the outlandish lovers in the sailor’s song. (_She links their arms and gives them the glasses._) There now. Drink a health to the wonders of the western world, the pirates, preachers, poteen-makers, with the jobbing jockies; parching peelers, and the juries fill their stomachs selling judgments of the English law. [_Brandishing the bottle._]