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" No one listened, save Dag Daughtry, serving hot cakes and admiring.

But Simon Nishikanta, becoming suddenly aware that the old man was babbling, bellowed out ferociously: "Oh, shut up! Close your jaw! You make me tired with your everlasting 'I remember.'" The Ancient Mariner was guilelessly surprised, as if he had slipped somewhere in his narrative.
"No, I assure you," he continued.

"It must have been some error of my poor old tongue.