LXVII

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LXVII

For there was more magnificence behind:

She waved her handkerchief. “Ah, very grand!”

Cried Elfinan, and closed the window-blind;

“And, Hum, we must not shilly-shally stand,⁠—

Adieu! adieu! I’m off for Angle-land!

I say, old Hocus, have you such a thing

About you,⁠—feel your pockets, I command,⁠—

I want, this instant, an invisible ring,⁠—

Thank you, old mummy!⁠—now securely I take wing.”