(The Doctor takes up his hat, and tiptoes to the door.)
Tell me, where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
(He breaks, and lets the petals fall one by one.) (The Doctor goes out.)
Let us all ring fancy's knell;
I'll begin it—Ding-dong bell,
Ding-dong, bell.
(He goes to sleep.)
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W.E. GLADSTONE MRS. GLADSTONE MR. ARMITSTEAD MR. JOHN MORLEY A FOOTMAN
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