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Then Martha told her daughter, and the girl
Looked scared, but answered nothing for the night;
Nor would the mother press her further then.
So Mary slipt in silence to her rest;
But ere she slept she wrote to James, and told
How things went ill against their love at home:
And how her mother hurried on the match
She hated, and she knew not what to do.
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Nor would the mother press her further then.
So Mary slipt in silence to her rest;
But ere she slept she wrote to James, and told
How things went ill against their love at home:
And how her mother hurried on the match
She hated, and she knew not what to do.
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