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 "A glass of sherry and a biscuit, please. Now look here, Eliza, what's all this about?

"Wait until William has brought thy sherry, please!"

"All right now?

"Thee needn't look at me that way, Johnnie, I didn't write it. Thee knows thee can say things in poetry that wouldn't do in conversation, and I'm sure it's lovely, they're all lovely, only I hope people won't think they mean anything."

"It must have been very hard to find all the rhymes," Aunt Deborah's faint old voice sighed