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It was a Coloured Supplement (The frame, I thought, was neat). It showed a dog, a little maid— Whose face was very sweet— A kitten, and some odds and ends. The title, rather apt, was "Friends."

"Accursed Philistine!" I heard The strange policeman hiss Between his teeth. "O wretched man,    Was I lured here for this? O Goth! Suburbanite! Repent! Tear down that Christmas Supplement!"

And, as athwart my burgled pane The tortured storm-wrack raced, That man of Coptic Culture grew All limp and ashen-faced. Then to my window seat he crept, And bowed his head, and wept, and wept.