The Story
of Saville
And nestled her poor sad face in his breast and brokenly, tenderly spoke,
“O love, my love, in the days to come winnow thy mind of the ill
I haply have done thee,—remember alone that I was thy Fairy Saville!”
And he kissed her thrice and he said “Good-night,” and she bit back a passionate cry,
And he noted not in his hope and joy that her answering word was “Good-bye!”
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