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Rh :Enter from the opposite side and. I dread to ask What quivers on my lips. My heart is free, But thine?

My heart is free, my lord.

Thank God!

It never beat less calmly at the sound Of any voice till now. I laugh to think This very morn I fancied it had met Its master.

Ah!

Fear naught—a simple boy, A pupil of my father’s.

I was mad To dream it could be otherwise. Forgive me; I, a mere stranger in thy life, am jealous Of all thy present and thy past.