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And side by side the lovers sate, / Their talk was of the future; from the height / Of Hope, they saw the landscape bath'd in light, / And where the golden dimness veil'd the gaze, / Guess'd out the spot, and marked the sites of happy days. / THE NEW TIMON.
Then once more was Eugene at Mary's side, congratulating himself that the separation from one another -- which the stupidity of the servants, out of practice in anything like civilized entertainments had occasioned them was over.