(He sees Her coming)
He merged with the line, alongside his friend,
Though with them are diverse fiends.
Chaffy:
Is that not Diana tottering toward here?
Chick, Move closer to me, she's coming near.
Then, he pretends he didn't see her,
Hide his face like the shy star.
Cobbles his composure to suit her taste,
Re-adjust his shirt in haste.
And there she moves towards them:
Chaffy and his gluttonous friend.
Though alone, yet with her pairs,
Alone in thoughts, Her friends, her peers.
At last, she's at the rowed lane:
Within her still bears the pain.
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