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` I will try , ' answered the Lawyer . ``` YOU ARE A GOOD SEEKER , BUT A BAD FINDER ; YOU SET YOURSELF TO PROP A FALLING HOUSE , BUT HAD A GEY GUESS IT WOULD RISE AGAIN . LEND YOUR HAND TO THE WORK THAT 'S NEAR , AS YOU LENT YOUR EE TO THE WEIRD THAT WAS FAR . HAVE A CARRIAGE THIS NIGHT BY TEN O'CLOCK AT THE END OF THE CROOKED DYKES AT PORTANFERRY , AND LET IT BRING THE FOLK TO WOODBOURNE THAT SHALL ASK THEM , IF THEY BE THERE IN GOD 'S NAME . '' -- Stay , here follows some poetry -- `` DARK SHALL BE LIGHT , AND WRONG DONE TO RIGHT , WHEN BERTRAM 'S RIGHT AND BERTRAM 'S MIGHT SHALL MEET ON ELLANGOWAN 'S HEIGHT . '' A most mystic epistle truly , and closes in a vein of poetry worthy of the Cumaean sibyl . And what have you done ? '