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" "Dear me!" sympathised Mrs. ” “It is hard to be distant from your own mother. I’m not that sort I quite agree. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort. She was wholly unable to conceal her knowledge of his presence.
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