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And nestled her poor sad face in his breast and brokenly, tenderly spoke, “O love, my love, in the days to come winnow thy mind of the ill I haply have done thee,—remember alone that I was thy Fairy Saville!” And he kissed her thrice and he said “Good-night,” and she bit back a passionate cry, And he noted not in his hope and joy that her answering word was “Good-bye!”

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