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 up at Fawnie's window, when, in a tone deepened by melancholy, he sang the last verse:

"I like the farm well tilled, And I like the house well filled, But no wife at all—
 * Give me, give me."

The locust flowers fell about him; the lake lapped musically upon the shingle; a cockerel crowed feebly in the barn. Derek laid his head against the gray wall, and wept.