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          Lady Clara Vere de Vere
          Was eight years old, she said: 
  Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread.

          She took her little porringer: 
          Of me she shall not win renown: 
  For the baseness of its nature shall have strength to drag her down.

          “Sisters and brothers, little Maid? 
          There stands the Inspector at thy door: 
  Like a dog, he hunts for boys who know not two and two are four.”

          “Kind words are more than coronets,”
          She said, and wondering looked at me: 
  “It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry home to tea.”

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