Interjections, verbs, pronouns, till language quite failed

    To express the abusive, and then its arrears

    Were brought up all at once by a torrent of tears,

    And my last faint, despairing attempt at an obs-

    Ervation was lost in a tempest of sobs.

    Well, I felt for the lady, and felt for my hat, too,

    Improvised on the crown of the latter a tattoo,

    In lieu of expressing the feelings which lay

    Quite too deep for words, as Wordsworth would say;

    Then, without going through the form of a bow,

    Found myself in the entry—I hardly know how,

    On doorstep and sidewalk, past lamp-post and square,

    At home and upstairs, in my own easy-chair;

    Poked my feet into slippers, my fire into blaze,

    And said to myself, as I lit my cigar,

    "Supposing a man had the wealth of the Czar

    Of the Russias to boot, for the rest of his days,

    On the whole, do you think he would have much to spare,

    If he married a woman with nothing to wear?"

    Since that night, taking pains that it should not be bruited

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