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A TUTOR IN LOVE.

A room in the Annex. Miss HEBE HEATH alone, standing by the blackboard.

I think that tutor is in love with me.

Ah, what are Grammars to a soul on fire!

I will not flirt with him - such conduct would

Not suit my dignity; I'll only try

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Whether his Greekship can withstand the glance

Of beauty - for by every one I'm told

My face is fair as Aphrodite's own.

But soft - he comes. I must pretend to write.

Enter HERBERT FAGG.FAGG. Good-day, Miss Heath, you always are so prompt;

It shows the interest with which you come

To master Plato's tongue. Now, if you please,

We'll read a part of the Apology

And construe ev'ry passage.

Miss H. Who would not

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