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Then, lastly came a letter from Sir John
Entreating her return, and “All the Past
Should be forgotten,” only she must come;
And both these letters had for many days
Remain'd unanswer'd, whilst poor Constance felt
Torn, or by fiends and angels, or by Love
And sterner Duty, first this way or that,
Whilst all her mind, and all her anxious heart
Were tortured and bewilder'd by the thought
Of what her final answer ought to be
When ev'rybody's welfare seem'd to her
So much at variance!
Entreating her return, and “All the Past
Should be forgotten,” only she must come;
And both these letters had for many days
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Torn, or by fiends and angels, or by Love
And sterner Duty, first this way or that,
Whilst all her mind, and all her anxious heart
Were tortured and bewilder'd by the thought
Of what her final answer ought to be
When ev'rybody's welfare seem'd to her
So much at variance!
Then to the winds
Did Geoffrey Denzil fling his good resolves,
And madden'd at the dread of losing her
He strove with might and main to make her stay
Until Sir John might hear the scandal breathed
And drive her from him into Denzil's arms
To be his very own for evermore.
Did Geoffrey Denzil fling his good resolves,
And madden'd at the dread of losing her
He strove with might and main to make her stay
Until Sir John might hear the scandal breathed
And drive her from him into Denzil's arms
To be his very own for evermore.
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