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Now, don't, sir! Don't expose me! Just this once! / This was the first and only time, I 'll swear, -- / Look at me, -- see, I kneel, -- the only time, / I swear, I ever cheated, -- yes, by the soul / Of Her who hears -- (your sainted mother, sir! ) / All, except this last accident, was truth -- / This little kind of slip! -- and even this, / It was your own wine, sir, the good champagne, / (I took it for Catawba, you 're so kind,) / Which put the folly in my head!
"Get up? " / You still inflict on me that terrible face? / You show no mercy? -- Not for Her dear sake, / The sainted spirit's, whose soft breath even now / Blows on my cheek -- (don't you feel something, sir? ) / You 'll tell?