"Seventy, eighty, ninety,
All your hands so flinty!
Eighty, ninety, hundred,
Altogether dundred!"
The goblins fell back a little when he began, and made horrible
grimaces
all through the rhyme, as if eating something so disagreeable that it
set their teeth on edge and gave them the creeps; but whether it was
that the rhyming words were most of them no words at all, for a new
rhyme being considered more efficacious, Curdie had made it on the
spur
of the moment, or whether it was that the presence of the king and
queen
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