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Lord I thought I should have died with dread.
Well was not thine a dismal sight?
How did thy spirits bear the fright?
Why, very pleasantly, faith, (answer'd Pierre);
So far from seeing ghosts and hell,
I ne'er lik d penance half so well:
And yet the head was all night at my ear.
"Why, how the deuce is this? (quoth Paul)
'You mean to laugh at me, that s all-
Dost take me for an ass so every dull,
Then to convince thee, Paul, (quoth Pierre)
A trifling whisper in thine ear—
I had a female body to my scull.
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