Trickleaps wall,
vanish in blinking!
Her wolfeyes wideopen,
’twas night round.
Terrier races in the chase!
Growling lion!
In escape,
in passages unfortunate,
she bellows:
“Justice for inflamed ladies!
O, savagely nameless crowd,
lift the slipperslapper alarm!”
Murmuring torchlight procession:
fellmongers thereunto approaching,
guns powerful.
Scramble!
Horns arrive!
Lorry tooraloom!
She lives.
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