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The horror of the shame among them all:But I will go and sit beside the doors,And make a wild petition night and day,Until they hate to hear me like a windWailing for ever, till they open to me,And lay my little blossom at my feet,My babe, my sweet Aglaïa, my one child:And I will take her up and go my way,And satisfy my soul with kissing her:Ah! what might that man not deserve of me, Who gave me back my child?' 'Be comforted'Said Cyril 'you shall have it:' but againShe veil'd her brows, and prone she sank, and so Like tender things that being caught feign death,Spoke not, nor stirr'd.
By this a murmur ran Thro' all the camp and inward raced the scouts With rumour of Prince Arac hard at hand.We left her by the woman, and without
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