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244 And you will pause with sure deliberate judgment Before you leave our father.

Does love steal So gently o’er our soul? What if he come, A cloud, a fire, a whirlwind, to o’erbear The feeble barriers wherewith we oppose him, And blind our eyes and wrest from us our reason? Fear not, Annicca, for in no such guise He visits my calm breast; but yet you speak Somewhat too sagely. Did such cautious wisdom Guide your own fancy?

Jest no more, Maria. Since I became a wife, is much made clear, Which a brief year ago was dark and vague. Tommaso loves me we are happier Than I had dreamed; yet matching now with then, I see his love is not that large, rich passion Our father bore us.

You regret your home?