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 Next morning, at the breakfast table. The, loud as he was able, Was heard repeatedly to cry, Who with the Parson toy'd? O fie!"

Old listen'd, and grew pale,
 * The then, more loudly scream'd,

And heard the tale
 * And much alarm'd she seem'd!

Trembling she tried to stop his breath, Her lips and cheek as pale as death! The more she trembled, still the more Old view'd her o'er and o'er; And now her yellow cheek was spread With blushes of the deepest red.

And now again the 's Tale Made his old Tutoress doubly pale; For cowardice and guilt, they say
 * Are the twin brothers of the soul;