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 The level flare raked pane and pediment And my wrecked face, and shaped my nearing friend Like one of those the Furnace held unshent.

"I've news concerning her," he said. "Attend. They fly to-night at the late moon's first gleam: Watch with thy steel: two righteous thrusts will end

"Her shameless visions and his passioned dream. I'll watch with thee, to testify thy wrong— To aid, maybe—Law consecrates the scheme."

I started, and we paced the flags along Till I replied: "Since it has come to this I'll do it! But alone. I can be strong."

Three hours past Curfew, when the Froom's mild hiss Reigned sole, undulled by whirr of merchandise, From Pummery-Tout to where the Gibbet is,