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THE LOVER'S TALE.
And then some other question'd if she came
From foreign lands, and still she did not speak.
Another, if the boy were hers: but she
To all their queries answer'd not a word,
Which made the amazement more, till one of them
Said, shuddering, 'Her spectre!' But his friend
Replied, in half a whisper, 'Not at least
The spectre that will speak if spoken to.
Terrible pity, if one so beautiful
Prove, as I almost dread to find her, dumb!'
But Julian, sitting by her, answer'd all:
'She is but dumb, because in her you see
That faithful servant whom we speak about,
Obedient to her second master now;
Which will not last. I have here to-night a guest
So bound to me by common love and loss—
