Or from the detestable ‘upper classes’?”

With a great deal more to the same effect,

Which I couldn’t exactly make out the sense of,

For I know that her sentences “failed to connect;”

And I suppose that her chattering teeth bit the ends off;

But ’twas very conclusive, whatever she said.

He never disputed her; never said nay,

But only hung down his discomfited head;

And whatever he thought, he had Nothing to Say.

Chilled to the heart with the terrible cold,

Both to get back were most truly-solicitous,

Never before was the saying old,

“As cold as charity,” half so felicitous.

They hastened back to Broadway, when she said,

That one more journey that night she’d lead him,

Before she’d let him go home to bed.

And he, not caring to quibble or question,

At once fell in with the lady’s suggestion,

Not thinking she’d “one more” lecture to read him.

This time they took a course rectilinear

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