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viii.

"A quinsy choke thy cursed note!"

⁠Then wax'd her anger stronger.
"Go, take the goose, and wring her throat,
⁠I will not bear it longer."

ix.

Then yelp'd the cur, and yawl'd the cat;

⁠Ran Gaffer, stumbled Gammer.
The goose flew this way and flew that,
⁠And fill'd the house with clamour.

x.

As head and heels upon the floor

⁠They flounder'd all together,
There strode a stranger to the door,
⁠And it was windy weather:

xi.

He took the goose upon his arm.

⁠He utter'd words of scorning;
"So keep you cold, or keep you warm.
⁠It is a stormy morning."