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Lend us that pightle , and receive our thanks ; ' twould be a favour , though not much to grant : we neither ask for Stonehenge nor for Tempe . ' My friend looked somewhat perplexed ; after a moment , however , he said , with a firm but gentlemanly air , ` Sir , I am sorry that I can not comply with your request . ' ` Not comply ! ' said the man , his brow becoming dark as midnight ; and with a hoarse and savage tone , ` Not comply ! why not ? ' ` It is impossible , sir ; utterly impossible ! ' ` Why so ? '