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[_More tuning heard outside_.
_Mrs. J_. (_aside_). Live and let live's my motto.
_Mrs. T_. So 't is mine.
Who's Sam, that he must fly in Parson's face?
He's had his turn. He never gave these lights,
Cut his best flowers--
_Mrs. S_. (_aside_). He takes no pride in us.
Speak up, good neighbour, get the window shut.
_Mrs. J_. (_rising_). I ask your pardon truly, that I do--
La! but the window--there's a parlous draught;
The window punishes rheumatic folk--
We'd have it shut, sir.
_Others_. Truly, that we would.
_V_. Certainly, certainly, my friends, you shall.
[_The window is shut, and the Reading begins amid marked
attention_.


KISMET.

Into the rock the road is cut full deep,
At its low ledges village children play,
From its high rifts fountains of leafage weep,
And silvery birches sway.


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