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50 You cherish it, undoubtedly. Pardee! You call it, with a few conservative Allowances, an excellent small thing For patient inexperience to do: Derivative, you say,—still rather pretty. But what is wrong with Mr. Killigrew? Is he in love, or has he read Rossetti?— Forgive me! I am old and doddering. . . When are you coming back to Tilbury Town?"

I could forgive the Captain soon enough, But Killigrew—there was a question there; Nor was it answered when the next week brought A letter from him. After rocketing For six or seven pages about love, Truth, purity, the passion of the soul, And other salutary attributes, Discovered or miraculously born Within six months, he said: "The Patriarch Is not quite as he should be. There's a clutch Of something on him that will not let go; And there are days together when his eyes Are like two lamps in ashes. The gray look, Which we thought once the glory and the crown Of your too flexible determinist, Has gone all over him. And when he laughs, He waits as if to hear the angels weep: