“What dost thou know of Love or feeling?—Wretch!
Begone!” she cried, with kindling eyes—“and do
My bidding!” Baba vanished, for to stretch
His own remonstrance further he well knew
Might end in acting as his own “Jack Ketch;”
And though he wished extremely to get through
This awkward business without harm to others,
He still preferred his own neck to another’s.