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 I, madam, reverently bare my head To the ball queen; a child of beauty she— And the ideal's golden woof is spread In ball-rooms, hardly in the nursery.

[with suppressed bitterness].

Your conduct, sir, is easily explained; A plighted lover cannot be a friend; That is the kernel of the whole affair; I have a very large experience there.

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No doubt,—with seven nieces, each a wife—

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And each a happy wife—

[with emphasis].

Ah, do we know?

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How!

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Mr. Falk!

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Are you resolved to sow Dissension?

[vehemently].

Yes, war, discord, turmoil, strife!