Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The New Toy

She cannot leave it alone,
The new toy;
She pats it, smooths it, rights it, to show it’s her own,
As the other train-passengers muse on its temper and tone,
Till she draws from it cries of annoy: –
She feigns to appear as if thinking it nothing so rare
Or worthy of pride, to achieve
This wonder a child, though with reason the rest of them there
May so be inclined to believe.

1. The End of the Episode
2. There Seemed a Strangeness
3. The Curtains Now Are Drawn
4. On One Who Lived and Died Where He Was Born
5. The Seven Times

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