What other twist of fetid rag may fall!
Let slink into the sewer the cupping-cloth!
Lucie, much solaced, I re-finger you,
The medium article; if ruddy-marked
With iron-mould, your cambric,—clean at least
From poison-speck of rot and purulence!
Lucie Muhlhausen said—"Such thing am I:
Love me, or love me not!" Miranda said,
"I do love, more than ever, most for this."
The revelation of the very truth