At first the neighbours’ calls were steady; But when they learned that in the rear Onegin kept his stallion ready So he could quickly disappear The moment one of them was sighted Or heard approaching uninvited, They took offence and, one and all, They dropped him cold and ceased to call. ’The man’s a boor, he‘s off his rocker.’ ‘Must be a Mason;* drinks, they say … Red wine, by tumbler, night and day!’ ‘Won’t kiss a lady’s hand, the mocker.’ ‘Won’t call me “sir” the way he should.’ The general verdict wasn’t good.
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