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‘There were the Comte and Comtesse de St Erme. She glimpsed Chinese penury when she entered a square given over to the fishmongers. Cathy opened her beauty shop, you know. I love you more. “I SAY!” said Mr. A pity you did not think to tell me that part of the tale at the outset. 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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