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SHREDS AND PATCHES.
Languid she leans in the fauteuil reclining.
Shadow enshrouds her, and soft, subdued light.
Silence has fallen. Ah, dreams she I'm pining
To know if she loves me?—I'll ask her to-night!
Shadow enshrouds her, and soft, subdued light.
Silence has fallen. Ah, dreams she I'm pining
To know if she loves me?—I'll ask her to-night!
"Imogene, dearest—Look up to me, chèrie—
I've something to tell you—"A sigh long and deep.
"I love you! Just say"—This is very strange—very.
"Imogene!—D—n it! the woman's asleep!".
I've something to tell you—"A sigh long and deep.
"I love you! Just say"—This is very strange—very.
"Imogene!—D—n it! the woman's asleep!".
