But, seeing that he did not uncross his arms, and remained bunched up defiantly, Rhoda silently observed him.
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Uncle, uncross your arms.
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Said they to the youngest, uncross your arms and sing; The moon mounts high, the night is late: O my dear lover can hear no thing, And the nightingale sings only to its mate.
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