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But Jules still cried: “More wine!” And Blanca poured Like Hebe for this flagrant Hercules, While ever and anon she eyed his sword; But--happier fate--while drains he to the lees Another cup, he drops his head and frees His carbine with the movement. Swift as thought, She lifts the weapon--to the vineyard flees;-- The deadly tube she to a level brought, When Ana’s struggling arm a friendly vine-branch caught.