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And all their blessings—

To give them three or four days' treat, poor dears— Soon he'll be buried over head and ears In Swedish muddles and official messings— I see!

[to ].

Now there's a man for you, in truth!

They say he was a rogue, though, in his youth.

[offended].

There, Mr. Guldstad, I must break a lance! I've heard as long as I can recollect, Most worthy people speak with great respect Of Pastor Strawman and his life's romance.

[laughing].

Romance?

Romance! I call a match romantic At which mere worldly wisdom looks askance.

You make my curiosity gigantic.