Would bring to her vision that horrible sight,
A female with vertebral column askew,
And now as she sat here she dreaded the view.
But at the next moment a thought bright as fire,
Seemed to burn in her eyes and to chase away ire;
She rose, in a tremor of joy, from the gloom,
And opening the shutters, made bright the whole room.
She then all at once did proceed, with a rush,
To fasten a pillow, with cheeks all a-flush,
Just under her skirt, quite behind at the back,