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Have I?

Yes, for you have slain My young, high-hearted, joyous exultation—

[Contemptuously.

By your betrothal!

How! But pray, explain—!

O, it's in full accord with expectation; He gets his licence, enters orders, speeds to A post,—as missionary in the West—

[in the same tone].

A pretty penny, also, he succeeds to;— For it is Lind you speak of—?

You know best Of whom I speak.

[with a subdued smile].

As the bride's sister, true, I cannot help—