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THE RING
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Miriam.
Poor nurse!
Poor nurse!
Father.
I bad her keep,
Like a seal'd book, all mention of the ring,
For I myself would tell you all to-day.
I bad her keep,
Like a seal'd book, all mention of the ring,
For I myself would tell you all to-day.
Miriam.
'She too might speak to-day,' she mumbled. Still,
I scarce have learnt the title of your book,
But you will turn the pages.
'She too might speak to-day,' she mumbled. Still,
I scarce have learnt the title of your book,
But you will turn the pages.
Father.
Ay, to-day!
I brought you to that chamber on your third
Ay, to-day!
I brought you to that chamber on your third
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