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about a bald head, the owner of which, in removing the insect was certain to blister his hand, or skull, or both. One heard little else all the evening but, "Allow me, Sir, to take off this blister fly that is disappearing into your neckcloth," or Permit me, Madam, to remove this one from your arm." This, however, did not stop the dancers, and they polked a waltzed over countless myriads of insects, and by the end of the evening the white cloth was completely discodeletion p /deletionloured by their mangled bodies.