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_GRUFFLY growled the wind on Toller downland broad and bare_, / _And lonesome was the house_, _and dark_; _and few came there_.
"Now don't ye rub your eyes so red; we're home and have no cares; / Here's a skimmer-cake for supper, peckled onions, and some pears; / I've got a little keg o' summat strong, too, under stairs: / -What, slight your husband's victuals? Other brides can tackle / theirs!"