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THE RING

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Miriam.
And I remember once that being waked
By noises in the house—and no one near—
I cried for nurse, and felt a gentle hand
Fall on my forehead, and a sudden face
Look'd in upon me like a gleam and pass'd,
And I was quieted, and slept again.
Or is it some half memory of a dream?

Father.
Your fifth September birthday.

Miriam.
And the face,
The hand,—my Mother.

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