One fox-faced virgin, word for word, Repeats each sland'rous thing she's heard, And sourly smiles as scandal slips With gusto from her thin white lips.
She's bad enough! but list a minute. Beside her mate she isn't in it. This latter lady, 'pon my word, Repeats things . . . . she has never heard.
First published in The Bulletin, 8 Jannuary 1898.
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