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Rh Then, peering round with curious eyes,
 * He muttered "Goodness gracious!"

And so went on to criticise— "Your room's an inconvenient size;
 * It's neither snug nor spacious.

"That narrow window, I expect,
 * Serves but to let the dusk in—"

I cried "But please to recollect 'Twas fashioned by an architect
 * Who pinned his faith on Ruskin!"

"I don't care who he was, Sir, or
 * On whom he pinned his faith!

Constructed by whatever law, So poor a job I never saw,
 * As I'm a living Wraith!