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I freely forgive you. Passing at a glance over the whole of the intervening period; leaving in the words of the poet, —The growth untried Of that wide gap— we shall resume our narrative at the beginning of June, 1715. Smith, placing his hand on his breast. Really they are the most beautiful things in the world. ‘His granddaughter?’ ‘Yes, his son’s daughter. 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.
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