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‘You!’ ‘Yes, it is I, mademoiselle,’ he continued in his own tongue. 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. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. "Leave me to my fate," rejoined Jack.
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