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STRANGER.
Why, then you have outlasted
All his improvements, for you see they're making
Great alterations here.
OLD MAN.
Ay—great indeed!
And if my poor old Lady could rise up—
God rest her soul! 'twould grieve her to behold
What wicked work is here.
STRANGER.
They've set about it
In right good earnest. All the front is gone;
Here's to be turf they tell me, and a road
Round to the door. There were some yew trees too
Stood in the court.
OLD MAN.
Aye Master! fine old trees!
My grandfather could just remember back
When they were planted there. It was my task
To keep them trimm'd, and 'twas a pleasure to me!
Why, then you have outlasted
All his improvements, for you see they're making
Great alterations here.
OLD MAN.
Ay—great indeed!
And if my poor old Lady could rise up—
God rest her soul! 'twould grieve her to behold
What wicked work is here.
STRANGER.
They've set about it
In right good earnest. All the front is gone;
Here's to be turf they tell me, and a road
Round to the door. There were some yew trees too
Stood in the court.
OLD MAN.
Aye Master! fine old trees!
My grandfather could just remember back
When they were planted there. It was my task
To keep them trimm'd, and 'twas a pleasure to me!
