Quote#Time
He never gave me a chance to speak
Quote byAdam Lindsay Gordon · 1833–1870
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "After the Quarrel", as anthologised in The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse (1912), p. 507, no. 373.
English (original)
He never gave me a chance to speak, And he call’d her—worse than a dog— The girl stood up with a crimson cheek, And I fell’d him there like a log.I can feel the blow on my knuckles yet— He feels it more on his brow. In a thousand years we shall all forget The things that trouble us now.
— Adam Lindsay Gordon
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