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And so, beloved one -- life's all -- farewell! / Still by my hearth thy gentle shade shall dwell, / Still shall my soul, where night the dreariest seem, / Fly back to thee, O soft -- O vanish'd dream! / THE NEW TIMON.
What indeed had Mary heard -- what did she understand?