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THE RING
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Miriam. My Mother's nurse and mine.She comes to dress me in my bridal veil.
Father. What did she say?
Miriam.She said, that you and IHad been abroad for my poor health so longShe fear'd I had forgotten her, and I ask'dAbout my Mother, and she said, 'Thy hairIs golden like thy Mother's, not so fine.'
Father. What then? what more?
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