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THE FELON.

Oh! mark his wan and hollow cheeks, and mark his eye-balls glare! And mark his teeth in anguish clenched, the anguish of despair! Know, since three days [his penance done] yon Felon left a jail; And since three days no food has past those lips so parched and pale.
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