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ST. IVES

dened me to profit by the last seconds of our interview; and it certainly rendered her escape the more easy.

"O, you are too romantic!" she said, laughing; with that my sun was blown out, my enchantress had fled away, and I was again left alone in the twilight with the lady hens.

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