XIV

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XIV

She hesitates, in doubt is thrown⁠—

“Shall I proceed, or homeward flee?

He is not there: I am not known:

The house and garden I would see.”

Tattiana from the hill descends

With bated breath, around she bends

A countenance perplexed and scared.

She enters a deserted yard⁠—

Yelping, a pack of dogs rush out,

But at her shriek ran forth with noise

The household troop of little boys,

Who with a scuffle and a shout

The curs away to kennel chase,

The damsel under escort place.