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The dawn broke dim on Rose Mary's soul -- / No hill-crown's heavenly aureole, / But a wild gleam on a shaken shoal. / -- D. G. ROSSETTI.
If Fay's progress through life could have been drawn with a pencil it would have resembled the ups and downs, like the teeth of a saw, of a fever chart.