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 :(Sweet to meet upon the street, why did you glance me by?) But he caught the quaint Italian quip she flung him from the gutter;
 * (What can there be to cry about that I should lie and cry?)

He laid his darling hand upon her little black head,
 * (I wish I were a ragged child with ear-rings in my ears!)

And he said she was a baggage to have said what she had said;
 * (Truly I shall be ill unless I stop these tears!) 7