Harry by Fanny Wheeler Hart
page 65 of 88 (73%)
page 65 of 88 (73%)
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I tell them I cannot endure it more;
That the empty house is killing my heart; They have done their best to assist before, And they eagerly help me to depart. The world is very good-natured, I find (Why do worldlings often their home condemn?) And servants are always extremely kind, If mistresses only are kind to them. 'I go to London to meet a friend'-- They are all agreed I want change and rest-- I give a direction where they may send, I take my own maid, and I leave the rest. I know that detectives are on my track, Watching the house--watching all that I do-- I have to pretend I am coming back, And enact this drama, Harry, for you. I am sorry to say goodbye to all-- For all had been kind in days that are dead; But the only tear that my eyes let fall Was dropp'd upon Rover's shaggy old head. My London friend I can trust; she is one That I knew at school, and have lov'd for years-- O happy school-days that are past and done! O beautiful friendship, unsoiled by tears! Restlessly, wearily eager am I-- (Do girls feel thus when about to elope?)-- |
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