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Book, page 91 / 108 For (ter-remble!) I am ALECK - this is BETH!" Said AGIB, "Oh! accursed of your kind, I have heard that ye are men of evil mind!" BETH gave a dreadful shriek - But before he'd time to speak I was mercilessly collared from behind. In number ten or twelve, or even more, They fastened me full length upon the floor. On my face extended flat, I was walloped with a cat For listening at the keyhole of a door. Oh! the horror of that agonizing thrill! (I can feel the place in frosty weather still). For a week from ten to four I was fastened to the floor, While a mercenary wopped me with a will They branded me and broke me on a wheel, And they left me in an hospital to heal; And, upon my solemn word, I have never never heard What those Tartars had determined to reveal. But that day of sorrow, misery, and rage, I shall carry to the Catacombs of Age, Photographically lined On the tablet of my mind, When a yesterday has faded from its page Ballad: Ellen McJones Aberdeen MACPHAIRSON CLONGLOCKETTY ANGUS McCLAN Was the son of an elderly labouring man;
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