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‘What gives you such power over me, that I feel
‘Thus drawn to obey you? What are you, Lucile?’
Sigh'd Matilda, and lifted her eyes to the face
Of Lucile.
‘Thus drawn to obey you? What are you, Lucile?’
Sigh'd Matilda, and lifted her eyes to the face
Of Lucile.
There pass'd suddenly through it the trace
Of deep sadness; and o'er that fair forehead came down
A shadow which yet was too sweet for a frown.
‘The pupil of sorrow, perchance' ... she replied.
‘Of sorrow?’ Matilda exclaim'd ... ‘O confide
‘To my heart your affliction. In all you made known
‘I should find some instruction, no doubt, for my own!’
Of deep sadness; and o'er that fair forehead came down
A shadow which yet was too sweet for a frown.
‘The pupil of sorrow, perchance' ... she replied.
‘Of sorrow?’ Matilda exclaim'd ... ‘O confide
‘To my heart your affliction. In all you made known
‘I should find some instruction, no doubt, for my own!’
‘And I some consolation, no doubt; for the tears
‘Of another have not flow'd for me many years.’
‘Of another have not flow'd for me many years.’
It was then that Matilda herself seized the hand
Of Lucile in her own, and uplifted her; and
Thus together they enter'd the house.
Of Lucile in her own, and uplifted her; and
Thus together they enter'd the house.
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