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92 And then some other question'd if she came From foreign lands, and still she did not speak. Another, if the boy were hers: but she To all their queries answer'd not a word, Which made the amazement more, till one of them Said, shuddering, 'Her spectre!' But his friend Replied, in half a whisper, 'Not at least The spectre that will speak if spoken to. Terrible pity, if one so beautiful Prove, as I almost dread to find her, dumb!'

But Julian, sitting by her, answer'd all: 'She is but dumb, because in her you see That faithful servant whom we speak about, Obedient to her second master now; Which will not last. I have here to-night a guest So bound to me by common love and loss—