Strophe

 1   1|       it was o'clock, no man or woman ever once in all his life
 2   1|     unable to assist a wretched woman with an infant, whom it
 3   2|       grasp, though gentle as a woman's hand, was not to be resisted.
 4   2|      world.'' ~"You are quite a woman, little Fan!'' exclaimed
 5   2|      God forbid!'' ~"She died a woman,'' said the Ghost, "and
 6   3|       fire. An old, old man and woman, with their children and
 7   4| presence of this man, just as a woman with a heavy bundle slunk
 8   4|  scarcely entered, when another woman, similarly laden, came in
 9   4|          While he did this, the woman who had already spoken threw
10   4|          Mrs Dilber?'' said the woman. "Every person has a right
11   4|   staring as if you was afraid, woman; who's the wiser? We're
12   4|         well, then!'' cried the woman. "That's enough. Who's the
13   4|        old screw,'' pursued the woman, "why wasn't he natural
14   4|         judgment,'' replied the woman; "and it should have been,
15   4|   bundle, Joe,'' said the first woman. ~Joe went down on his knees
16   4|              Ah!'' returned the woman, laughing and leaning forward
17   4|         Yes I do,'' replied the woman. "Why not?'' ~"You were
18   4|        you, Joe,'' returned the woman coolly. "don't drop that
19   4|        you think?'' replied the woman. "He isn't likely to take
20   4|         of that,'' returned the woman. "I an't so fond of his
21   4|       to be sure,'' replied the woman with a laugh. "Somebody
22   4|          ha!'' laughed the same woman, when old Joe, producing
23   4|        house, with not a man, a woman, or a child, to say that
24   4|           What the half-drunken woman whom I told you of last