"At last the sly detective tracked me down;
I tried to coax him, but the brute was cold.
They found the last poor fool I tried to drown,
And for the rest—behold!"
With that she tore her robe apart, and half
The polished ivory of her shoulders grand
Laid bare. Thereto she pointed with a laugh,
Showing the convict's brand.
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From Punch, October 12, 1878.