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And sometimes she started like a thing that was stung,
When she looked at the man, and seen the young
And sthrong he was seemin': and then she thought,
I don't know what! I don't know what!
Death, and darkness, and despair—
But other times, though, sittin' there,
Just the three of them, and no winkin' nor nudgin'
At these boys and gels, it was hard to be judgin'
And Cain that tuk up, and contented, and cuddlin'—
If it was only a piece of old man's muddlin'
After all; and, if so,
Then he was very happy, ye know—
And was she makin' him happy? poor woman!
Cud she? and mightn' the man be comin'
To an anchor lek in still water,
And Nelly to be to him like a daughter!
Besides the religion—aw, 'deed, I'll bet
The misthress was thinkin' a dale of that.
For, ye see, for all the good-hearted,
And the sweet, this Nelly wasn'convarted—
No—and still it was rather expected,
After all her trouble, she'd be directed
And that—you know—and only proper—
And even talk of Cain to adop' her.
So who was knowin' when it'd come—
The great change—very slow with some—
Yes, I suppose so—and to try to forget
The Captain theer—aw, they wouldn' be beat—
Poor lad! Was he in the same thrim?
I wondher what change there come to him.
“We shall not all sleep,” it says,
“But we shall all be changed,” same vess—
All, now? What is he maenin' by all?
A terbil hand was yandhar Paul.