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PROLOGUE.
However deep you might embower the nest,Some boy would spy it.'
At this upon the swardShe tapt her tiny silken-sandal'd foot:'That's your light way; but I would make it deathFor any male thing but to peep at us.'
 Petulant she spoke, and at herself she laugh'd;A rosebud set with little wilful thorns,And sweet as English air could make her, she:But Walter hail'd a score of names upon her,And 'petty Ogress', and 'ungrateful Puss',And swore he long'd at college, only longed,All else was well, for she-society.They boated and they cricketed; they talk'dAt wine, in clubs, of art, of politics;They lost their weeks; they vext the souls of deans;They rode; they betted; made a hundred friends,And caught the blossom of the flying terms,
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