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/ LADY Clara Vere de Vere / Was eight years old, she said: / Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread.
/ She took her little porringer: / Of me she shall not win renown: / For the baseness of its nature shall have strength to drag her down.
/ "Sisters and brothers, little Maid? / There stands the Inspector at thy door: / Like a dog, he hunts for boys who know not two and two are four."
/ "Kind words are more than coronets," / She said, and wondering looked at me: / "It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry home to tea. "