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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. Kneebone made no effort to check the unreasonable merriment of his companions, but rather seemed to encourage it. He would know her address to-morrow. He groaned, much to Melusine’s relief. “Perhaps,” he said, “I have been to blame. She had felt deserving of the punishment, as he had been mainly concerned that she would be killed by accidentally falling into the pit, but it was a terrible insult.
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