The Earl of Doncaster

I saw the skins of tigers flaming in his palace on the Grand Canal. I saw him opening a chest of rubies to ease with their crimson-lighted depths. The gnawings of his broken heart. You'll hear about it this afternoon. Do you mean you're in love with Miss Baker? No, old sport, I'm not. But Miss Baker is kindly consented to speak to you about this matter. It wouldn't say another word. His correctness grew on him as we neared the city. With fenders spread like wings we scattered light through half-astoria. We passed Port Roosevelt, where there was a glimpse of red-belted ocean-going ships