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THE RING
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Miriam.
My Mother's nurse and mine.
She comes to dress me in my bridal veil.
My Mother's nurse and mine.
She comes to dress me in my bridal veil.
Father.
What did she say?
What did she say?
Miriam.
She said, that you and I
Had been abroad for my poor health so long
She fear'd I had forgotten her, and I ask'd
About my Mother, and she said, 'Thy hair
Is golden like thy Mother's, not so fine.'
She said, that you and I
Had been abroad for my poor health so long
She fear'd I had forgotten her, and I ask'd
About my Mother, and she said, 'Thy hair
Is golden like thy Mother's, not so fine.'
Father.
What then? what more?
What then? what more?
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