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THE DEACON thought. "I know them," he began, / "And they are all you ever heard of them -
Allurable to no sure theorem, / The scorn or the humility of man.
You say ‘Can I believe it? ' - and I can;
And I'm unwilling even to condemn
The benefaction of a stratagem
Like hers - and I'm a Presbyterian.
"Though blind, with but a wandering hour to live, / He felt the other woman in the fur
That now the wife had on. Could she forgive
All that? Apparently. Her rings were gone, / Of course; and when he found that she had none, / He smiled - as he had never smiled at her. "