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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XIX
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I fled the booth with feelings as of Cain,
 Yet laughing at my own bewilderment.
 My cheeks had blushed till it was physical pain,
 And my eyes smarted. Through my head there went
 The little woman`s last appealing word
 Bidding me stop, in tones that smote afresh.
 And `twixt my finger and thumb there throbbed and stirred
 The semblance of that monstrous pound of flesh,
 The knee that I had handled. With it too
 The jet beads of the little woman`s skirt,
 Where I had held her, left an impress new
 And touched my conscience to a deeper hurt.
 I was ashamed of all with shame intense,
 My youth, my frailty, and my innocence.
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