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 Willy stood up like a man, and look'd the thing that he meant; Jenny, the viper, made me a mocking courtsey and went. And I said, 'Let us part: in a hundred years it'll all be the same, You cannot love me at all, if you love not my good name.'

And he turn'd, and I saw his eyes all wet, in the sweet moonshine: 'Sweetheart, I love you so well that your good name is mine. And what do I care for Jane, let her speak of you well or ill; But marry me out of hand: we two shall be happy still.'