She twice or thrice tapp’d gently at the door;
But all decorum cast in wrath aside,
“I think the devil’s in the man!” she cried;
“A huge tall sailor, with his tawny cheek
And pitted face, will with my lady speak;
He grinn’d an ugly smile, and said he knew,
Please you, my lady, ’t would be joy to you:
What must I answer?” - Trembling and distress’d
Sank the pale Dinah by her fears oppress’d;
When thus alarm’d and brooking no delay,