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SELLA.
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She searched the brookside near, yet found them not.Then her heart sank within her, and she ranWildly from place to place, and once againShe searched the secret cleft, and next she stoopedAnd with spread palms felt carefully beneathThe tufted herbs and bushes, and again,And yet again she searched the rocky cleft."Who could have taken them?" That question clearedThe mystery. She remembered suddenlyThat when the dance was in its gayest whirl,Her brothers were not seen, and when, at length,They reappeared, the elder joined the sportsWith shouts of boisterous mirth, and from her eyeThe younger shrank in silence. "Now, I knowThe guilty ones," she said, and left the spot,
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