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Once, and once only, let me speak / Of all that I have felt for years; / You read it not upon my cheek, / You dreamed not of it in my tears. / L. E. L.
Whilst thus absorbed, a step whose sound the soft carpeting on which it / trod had not permitted her to hear, approached near to where Mary Seaham / sat, and a voice broke upon her reverie.