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Page 37 - fallen Eve became aware How ill She had behaved to Man, To hide from his reproachful Stare, She went and made Herself a Fan. But when She peeped above the Rim In wistful, deprecating, Wise, The Action rather tickled him ; He didn't know She had such Eyes.