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Down thro' the bright lawns to his brother's ran,And foam'd away his heart at Averill's ear:Whom Averill solaced as he might, amazed:The man was his, had been his father's, friend:He must have seen, himself had seen it long;He must have known, himself had known: besides,He never yet had set his daughter forthHere in the woman-markets of the west,Where our Caucasians let themselves be sold.Some one, he thought, had slander'd Leolin to him.'Brother, for I have loved you more as a sonThan brother, let me tell you: I myself—What is their pretty saying? jilted is it?Jilted I was: I say it for your peace.Pain'd, and, as bearing in myself the shameThe woman should have borne, humiliated,I lived for years a stunted sunless life;Till after our good parents past awayWatching your growth, I seem'd again to grow.Leolin, I almost sin in envying you:
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