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Or at the very uttermost a cow,—

In short, I've heard it from the lips of both,— A beck, a byre, two bosoms, and one troth.

Ah yes! And then—?

She broke with kin and class.

She broke—?

Broke with them.

There's a plucky lass!

And fled to Strawman's garret—

How? Without— Ahem—the priestly consecration?