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96 So soft! so gay maternal-sweet!

And tell me while I wipe away the blood, How many 'gainst you?

Oh! a hundred—near.

Come, tell me!

No, let be. But you, come tell The thing, just now, you dared not…

Now, I dare! The scent of those old days emboldens me! Yes, now I dare. Listen. I am in love.

Ah!…

But with one who knows not.

Ah!… Not yet.