He never gave me a chance to speak, And he call’d her—worse than a dog— The girl stood up with a crimson cheek, And I fell’d him there like a log.I c… - Adam Lindsay Gordon

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He never gave me a chance to speak, And he call’d her—worse than a dog—
The girl stood up with a crimson cheek, And I fell’d him there like a log.I can feel the blow on my knuckles yet— He feels it more on his brow.
In a thousand years we shall all forget The things that trouble us now.