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Get hence! get hence! there's dwarfish Hildebrand; 100He had a fever late, and in the fitHe cursed thee and thine, both house and land:Then there's that old Lord Maurice, not a whitMore tame for his gray hairs--Alas me! flit!Flit like a ghost away."--"Ah, Gossip dear,We're safe enough; here in this arm-chair sit,And tell me how"--"Good Saints! not here, not here;Follow me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier."
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