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1 Madam would speak with me. So, now it comes: 2 The Deluge or else Fire! She's well, she thanks 3 My husbandship. Our chain on silence clanks. 4 Time leers between, above his twiddling thumbs. 5 Am I quite well? Most excellent in health! 6 The journals, too, I diligently peruse. 7 Vesuvius is expected to give news: 8 Niagara is no noisier. By stealth 9 Our eyes dart scrutinizing snakes. She's glad 10 I'm happy, says her quivering under-lip. 11 "And are not you?" "How can I be?" "Take ship! 12 For happiness is somewhere to be had." 13 "Nowhere for me!" Her voice is barely heard. 14 I am not melted, and make no pretence. 15 With commonplace I freeze her, tongue and sense. 16 Niagara or Vesuvius is deferred.
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