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Well, but the Parson and his—dear?

Yes, they're remarkable. There broods above Them such placidity, such quietude,— Conceive, she can't remember being wooed, Has quite forgotten what is meant by love.

Ah yes, when one has slumber'd over long, The birds of memory refuse their song.

[Laying his hand on shoulder, with an ironical look.

You, Lind, slept sound last night, I guarantee?

And long. I went to bed in such depression, And yet with such a fever in my brain, I almost doubted if I could be sane.

Ah yes, a sort of witchery, you see.

Thank God I woke in perfect self-possession.

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