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ECLOGUE II.

THE GRANDMOTHER'S TALE.

JANE.Harry ! I'm tired of playing. We'll draw roundThe fire, and Grandmamma perhaps will tell usOne of her stories.HARRY.Ay—dear Grandmamma!A pretty story! something dismal now;A bloody murder.JANE. Or about a ghost.GRANDMOTHER.Nay, nay, I should but frighten ye. You know
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