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XXXI
Then sudden up she tossed her head,And, face to his face, proudly said:
“Penelope! To wait and weave!
Penelope! To wait and wait,
As waits a dog within his gate;
To weave and unweave, grieve and grieve,
As some weak harem favorite
Tight fenced from action, life, and light!
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