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"MY stick! " he says, and turns in the lane / To the house just left, whence a vixen voice / Comes out with the firelight through the pane, / And he sees within that the girl of his choice / Stands rating her mother with eyes aglare / For something said while he was there.
"At last I behold her soul undraped! " / Thinks the man who had loved her more than himself; / "My God-'tis but narrowly I have escaped. - / My precious porcelain proves it delf. " / His face has reddened like one ashamed, / And he steals off, leaving his stick unclaimed.