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The Blind Girl of Castel-Cuille.
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  Mastered again; and its hand of iceHeld her heart crushed, as in a vice!  “ Paul, be not sad! 'T is a holiday;  To-morrow put on thy doublet gay!  But leave me now for a while alone.”  Away, with a hop and a jump, went Paul,  And, as he whistled along the hall,  Entered Jane, the crippled crone.
  “ Holy Virgin! what dreadful heat!  I am faint, and weary, and out of breath!  But thou art cold,—art chill as death;  My little friend! what ails thee, sweet?”“ Nothing! I heard them singing home the bride;  And, as I listened to the song,  I thought my turn would come ere long,  Thou knowest it is at Whitsuntide.  Thy cards forsooth can never lie,  To me such joy they prophesy,
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