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_Mother_
Edward will not taste his food, / Nor touch his drink, / Flings me answers gruff and rude: / Why, I dare not think.
_Sister_
Mother, do not try to know / All that moves in Edward's heart, / The fiery gloom he will not show; / You and he who lay so near / Fall wide apart. / Watch your rival, mother dear: / Catherine Drury does not guess / His dark love or your envious fear, / Her own loveliness. / She will laugh, she will play, / Never know the hurt she does: / Edward's heart will melt away, / His head go buzz, / And if he thinks you read his mind, / Better you had been struck stone blind.