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 1256. How thou lovest me, O Grief! Thou wantest me to follow after him who hath deserted me cruelly !

1257. If the beloved but favour us with his love, we at once forget all our reserve.

1258. It is the subdued speech of that false one skilled in many a wily art, that breaketh through all the defences of our womanly decorum.

1259. I wanted to go away in a huff: but I went and embraced him, for I saw that my heart had already joined him.

1260. Can they ever think of refusing to be reconciled, whose heart melteth even as fat in the fire ?

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