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AYLMER’S FIELD.
I seem to be ungraciousness itself.''Take it' she added sweetly 'tho' his gift;For I am more ungracious ev'n than you,I care not for it either;' and he said'Why then I love it:' but Sir Aylmer past,And neither loved nor liked the thing he heard.
 The next day came a neighbour. Blues and redsThey talk'd of: blues were sure of it, he thought:Then of the latest fox—where started—kill'dIn such a bottom: 'Peter had the brush,My Peter, first:' and did Sir Aylmer knowThat great pock-pitten fellow had been caught?Then made his pleasure echo, hand to hand,And rolling as it were the substance of itBetween his palms a moment up and down—'The birds were warm, the birds were warm upon him;We have him now:' and had Sir Aylmer heard—Nay, but he must—the land was ringing of it—This blacksmith-border marriage—one they knew—
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