| Well—as I said—my love, my bride, my wife |
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| Miss Plumpness tittered. Rupert went away |
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| Down in a stream-fed valley stood the Inn |
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| Alone! And where is she? From that lone couch |
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| 'Helen!' I say. . .no more. . .not any more |
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| He kissed her in those woodland haunts, and she |
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| A Curious Gothic building, many-angled |
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| What means this tranformation! Lo, the burly |
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| Shall I come back to you? Or will you go |
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| 'Confound all magic!' thought the gay young knight |
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