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The Fatal Prophecy | ||
SCENE III.
Avilda.I feel strange tumults in my breast.
'Tis indignation swells it, at the thought
Of Valdemar's bold insult—Yet, methinks,
Fear presses on my heart—I know not why—
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Or ought to fly—This moment I discard them—
And think of nothing but a father's safety.
The Fatal Prophecy | ||