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Last night the house was crowded. Were you there? / You thought our box held only two, maybe -- / Myself and chaperon, a matron fair. / There was another whom you did not see.
Close, close beside me, sat a phantom form; / Above the music and loud cheer on cheer / That rose, and thundered like a sudden storm, / I heard his low voice whispering in my ear.