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Thomas Hardy - The Newcomer`s Wife
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	He paused on the sill of a door ajar
	That screened a lively liquor-bar,
	For the name had reached him through the door
	Of her he had married the week before.


	`We called her the Hack of the Parade;
	But she was discreet in the games she played;
	If slightly worn, she`s pretty yet,
	And gossips, after all, forget.


	`And he knows nothing of her past;
	I am glad the girls in luck at last;
	Such ones, though stale to native eyes,
	Newcomers snatch at as a prize.`


	`Yes, being a stranger he sees her blent
	Of all that`s fresh and innocent,
	Nor dreams how many a love-campaign
	She had enjoyed before his reign!`


	That night there was the splash of a fall
	Over the slimy harbour-wall:
	They searched, and at the deepest place
	Found him with crabs upon his face.
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