Scene 10. — After the Quarrel -
He never gave me a chance to speak,
And he call'd her — worse than a dog —
The girl stood up with a crimson cheek,
And I fell'd him there like a log.
I can feel the blow on my knuckles yet —
He feels it more on his brow.
In a thousand years we shall all forget
The things that trouble us now.
And he call'd her — worse than a dog —
The girl stood up with a crimson cheek,
And I fell'd him there like a log.
I can feel the blow on my knuckles yet —
He feels it more on his brow.
In a thousand years we shall all forget
The things that trouble us now.
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