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13.
My fancy of a merchant-prince
 Was different. Through his wares we groped
Our darkling way to—not to mince
 The matter—no black den where moped
 The master if we interloped!

14.
Shop was shop only: household-stuff?
 What did he want with comforts there?
"Walls, ceiling, floor, stay blank and rough,
 So goods on sale show rich and rare!
 'Sell and scud home,' be shop's affair!"