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 And that's a reason, or a part of one, For your appearance here. You do not know him, And even if you should pass him in the street He might go by without your feeling him Between you and the world. I cannot say For sure he would, but I suppose he might."

"And I suppose you might, if urged," I said, "Say in what water it is that we are fishing. You that have reasons hidden in a well, Daggers on dictionaries, men that walk The streets and are not either dead or living For company, are surely, one would say To be forgiven if you may seem distraught— I mean distrait. I don't know what I mean. I only know that I am at your service, And that your ornament there on the book