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Even Cullen’s great tail moved in time to the music of the four Hobbits, and he pawed the floor at times as if he were itching himself to be dancing. Benat clapped loudly during the chorus and raised his mug high at the ending as he beat the palm of his hand on the table top.
‘Grand music!’ he called out in his booming voice. None of the other Inns he’d stayed in had had any singing and playing, and he thought it a lovely addition to an already fine day.
‘I’ll stand you four a round,’ he called out again. Gil raised his cap to the beaming giant of a man and sent one of the servers to collect his coin.
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But the place that draws me ever/When my fancy's running wild,/Is a little pub in Oxford/Called The Eagle and the Child . . .
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