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But, somehow, from her looks—boo-hoo—
I thought she kind o’ wished me to!”

— W.P. Palmer (Crown Jewels, 1887)

Momentous Words

What spiteful chance steals unawares
Wherever lovers come,
And trips the nimblest brain and scares
The bravest feeling dumb?

We had one minute at the gate,
Before the others came;
To-morrow it would be too late,
And whose would be the blame!

I gazed at her, she glanced at me;
Alas! the time sped by:
“How warm it is to-day,” said she;
“It looks like rain,” said I.
— Anthony Morehead (Century Magazine, 1887)

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