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Arrived at the bridge, she paused to hand a twenty-copeck piece to a blind beggar who sat on the ground by the tollman’s booth.

So have I painted her, you see, The tollman's daughter.—What an arm And throat was hers! and what a form!—

"How much is to pay?" said Mr. George to the tollman, taking out his purse.

Death saw a tollman taking a toll, In the spirit of his fraternity; But he knew that sort of man would extort, Though summoned to all eternity.

She clutched her brother as they swayed past mooring-posts, barrels, coils of rope, and with a wild lurch around the tollman's house at the quay-head, breasted the steep village street.