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Chapter Five
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Tatiana with a curious gaze looks at the submerged wax: with its wondrously cast design, 4 to her a wondrous something it proclaims. From a dish full of water rings come out in succession; and when her ring turned up, 8 'twas to a ditty of the ancient days: '' There all the countrymen are rich 5 they heap up silver by the spadeful! To those we sing to will come Good 12 and Glory!" But portends bereavements the pitiful tune of this dit: to maidens' hearts sweeter is "Kit."29