XXXVII

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XXXVII

“How dull you are this morning, nurse!”

“My darling, growing old am I!

In age the memory gets worse,

But I was sharp in times gone by.

In times gone by thy bare command⁠—”

“Oh! nurse, nurse, you don’t understand!

What is thy cleverness to me?

The letter is the thing, you see⁠—

Onegin’s letter!”⁠—“Ah! the thing!

Now don’t be cross with me, my soul,

You know that I am now a fool⁠—

But why are your cheeks whitening?”

“Nothing, good nurse, there’s nothing wrong,

But send your grandson before long.”