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XXI.
It was now Alfred's turn to feel roused and enraged.But Lucile to himself was not pledged or engaged
By aught that could sanction resentment. He said
Not a word, but turn'd round, took the letter, and read...
THE COMTESSE DE NEVERS TO THE DUC DE LUVOIS.
‘Saint Saviour.‘Your letter, which follow'd me here, makes me stay
‘Till I see you again. With no moment's delay
‘I entreat, I conjure you, by all that you feel
‘Or profess, to come to me directly.
Lucile.’
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