English poem
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‘But, Sir,’ Mary faintly repeated: ‘for four long weeks I have failed To come and cast on you my burden; such grief for you always prevailed! My heart has so bled for you!’ The old man burst on her speech: ‘You’ve chosen a likely time, Miss! a pretty occasion to preach!’ And was it not outrageous, that now, of all times, one should come With incomprehensible pity! Far better had Mary been dumb.