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92  With huge umbrella, lank and brown, Unerringly she pinned it down, Right through the centre of the crown.

Then, with an aspect cold and grim, Regardless of its battered rim, She took it up and gave it him.

Awhile like one in dreams he stood, Then faltered forth his gratitude, In words just short of being rude:

For it had lost its shape and shine, And it had cost him four-and-nine, And he was going out to dine.

With grave indifference to his speech, Fixing her eyes upon the beach, She said "Each gives to more than each."