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I found her at that time. When she returned, At a late hour, we had some wrangling words, Glozed o'er, but poorly glozed, with female fraud, Which soon betray'd itself, and then I left her.

'Tis very strange; and what I heard them say

Ay, ay! proceed with that; and make no pause Till thou hast told the whole, though it should make me A very fiend of agony and shame.

Thou graspest my throat so hard, I cannot speak.

Well, well, then! Out with all their damned words, Till they have proved the blackest tint of guilt, And then will come the fatal end of all; The sabre clutch' d in strength; the stroke of vengeance; The horrible joy, that lasteth for a moment! Let all this be; let horror be unstinted! Let every misery light upon the head Of that most wantonNo, the word would choke me; I will not utter it.