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Watercolours by Russell Flint
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| I can tell a woman's age in half a minute — and I do. |
Must we, till then, in prison cell be thrust? |
Enter the Princess, reading. |
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| The Gate yields. Hildebrand and Soldiers rush in. |
Though I am but a girl, Defiance thus I hurl. |
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| Enter the 'Daughters of the Plough,' bearing luncheon. | If it be well to droop and pine and mope, To sigh 'Oh, Ida! Ida!' all day long, Then Prince Hilarion is very well. |
Where are your rifles, pray? |
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Page modified 17 August 2019