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AMBERGRIS 
Stirred not.  Hush !  A footstep.  Dora 
Kept still. 
 
What a dreadful monster !  Shoot !   
Mercy ! 
 
(’Twas a man.) Suppose the brute  
Are her ? 
 
By-and-by the ruffian grows 
“ Percy.” 
 
And she loves him now she knows 
Better.