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ОглавлениеCHAPTER I
The constant drip of water,
Wears away the hardest stone.
The constant gnaw of Towser,
Masticates the toughest bone.
The constant wooing lover
Carries off the blushing maid,
And the constant advertiser
Is the one that gets the trade.
In the gloaming, oh, my darling,
Think not bitterly of me,
Though I passed away in silence,
Left you lonely, set you free.
“She was happy till she met you,
And the fault is all your own,
If she wishes to forget you,
You will please leave her alone.”
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
“Come, Holy Ghost, Creator blest,
And in our hearts take up thy rest.”
CHAPTER XVIII
CHAPTER XIX
CHAPTER XX
CHAPTER XXI
CHAPTER XXII
CHAPTER XXIII
CHAPTER XXIV
CHAPTER XXV
CHAPTER XXVI
CHAPTER XXVII
