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100 When he, with racked and whirling brain, Feebly implored her to explain, She simply said it all again.

Wrenched with an agony intense, He spake, neglecting Sound and Sense, And careless of all consequence:

"Mind—I believe—is Essence—Ent— Abstract—that is—an Accident— Which we—that is to say—I meant—"

When, with quick breath and cheeks all flushed, At length his speech was somewhat hushed, She looked at him, and he was crushed.

It needed not her calm reply: She fixed him with a stony eye, And he could neither fight nor fly,

While she dissected, word by word, His speech, half guessed at and half heard, As might a cat a little bird.