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"No fire, no raging heat, / Like secret love can burn; / All silent, yet how sweet, / And to the world unknown. "
Thus sang Amrie in the morning, standing before the fire, while all in the house were yet asleep. The stable-boy, who had risen early to give the horses their first feed, came into the kitchen for a coal to light his pipe.