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There is an oak beside the froth-clad pool, / Where in old time, as I have often heard, / A woman desperate, a wretch like me, / Ended her woes! -- Her woes were not like mine! . / . Ronan will know; / When he beholds me floating on the stream, / His heart will tell him why Rivine died! / - Home's Fatal Discovery
The increasing decline of Elinor's health was marked by all the family; the very servant who stood behind her chair looked sadder every day -- even Margaret began to repent of the invitation she had given her to the Castle.