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 The cupboard grumbled with a groan, Each new day worse starvation brings: Since he came here I have not known Or sweets or cates or wholesome things: But now! a pinch of meal, a crust, Throughout the week is all I get. I am so empty; it is just As when they said we were to let.

What is become, then, of our Man? The petulant old glass exclaimed; If all this time he slumber can, He really ought to be ashamed. I wish we had our Girl again, So gay and busy, bright and fair: The girls are better than these men, Who only for their dull selves care.

It is so many hours ago— The lamp and fire were both alight— I saw him pacing to and fro, Perturbing restlessly the night.