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But still there was other things both'rin' the gel—
Cain? Aye, Cain—most terrible!
Aw, there's no mistake the man was bad,
At laste, ye know, if he wasn' mad—
A touch of both—I wouldn'thruss
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But Nelly didn' see it at fuss—
No she didn'—if you'd only ha' ast her,
She'd ha' said he was such a nice master—
Nice she'd ha' said, nice, d'ye mind!
Pious very, but terrible kind—
Kind she'd ha' said—such gentleness—
Such—that's the way the women is—
It's no use o' talkin'! they will! they will!
That's the way with the women still—
Kind and pious! folly and blindness!
That's the piety and the kindness!
Vanity and consate—that's it:
Well—howsomdever—just wait a bit!
Cain? Aye, Cain—most terrible!
Aw, there's no mistake the man was bad,
At laste, ye know, if he wasn' mad—
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But Nelly didn' see it at fuss—
No she didn'—if you'd only ha' ast her,
She'd ha' said he was such a nice master—
Nice she'd ha' said, nice, d'ye mind!
Pious very, but terrible kind—
Kind she'd ha' said—such gentleness—
Such—that's the way the women is—
It's no use o' talkin'! they will! they will!
That's the way with the women still—
Kind and pious! folly and blindness!
That's the piety and the kindness!
Vanity and consate—that's it:
Well—howsomdever—just wait a bit!
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