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I've a bone Luz, and a Bezoar stone,
And hundred vanities and trinkets more.
But there, when you have dwelt a little here,
You shall know more of Madam Pomeroy;
But tell me of yourself. You are fatigued
By some long journey. Yes? From
Lenore:
Far away!
Madam Pomeroy:
And I presume your baggage follows you.
By packhorse out of Boston, you were brave
To come the highway unaccompany'd.
Lenore:
I us'd the forest footpath.
Madam Pomeroy:
Braver still!
For many a rascal harbours in the woods
