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THE RING
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Miriam. And I remember once that being wakedBy noises in the house—and no one near—I cried for nurse, and felt a gentle handFall on my forehead, and a sudden faceLook'd in upon me like a gleam and pass'd,And I was quieted, and slept again.Or is it some half memory of a dream?
Father.Your fifth September birthday.
Miriam.And the face,The hand,—my Mother.
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