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O Yanna, Adrianna, / They buried me away / In the blue fathoms of the deep, / Beyond the outer bay. / But in the Yule, O Yanna, / Up from the round dim sea / And reeling dungeons of the fog / I am come back to thee! / -- BLISS CARMAN.
Wentworth stood at the open window of the library watching Michael.