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Rh True!

Sister! come here!

Ha-ha! What? Those bright eyes Bent ever on the ground?

Oh!

Hush! 'tis nought!—

I broke fast yesterday!

I know, I know! That's how he is so pale! Come presently To the refectory, I'll make you drink A famous bowl of soup… You'll come?

Ay, ay!

There, see! You are more reasonable to-day!