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Even while I think this thought the vision vanishes
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Useless the interruption. From the folio
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Miss Plumpness did not faint — she only tittered
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Yes, she is gone, this morning. I awake
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Well—as I said—my love, my bride, my wife
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Miss Plumpness tittered. Rupert went away
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Down in a stream-fed valley stood the Inn
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Alone! And where is she? From that lone couch
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'Helen!' I say. . .no more. . .not any more
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He kissed her in those woodland haunts, and she
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