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For, all went wrong, he said, now she was gone—
The servants left—his Aunt was, oh, so cross!
She finally had quarrell'd with Sir John
And left him all alone to grief and gout—
His father said all luck had left the house
Since she was taken ill and went abroad!
The servants left—his Aunt was, oh, so cross!
She finally had quarrell'd with Sir John
And left him all alone to grief and gout—
His father said all luck had left the house
Since she was taken ill and went abroad!
| Denzil place | |