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“Keep up to your best, my brave beauty!” I yelled, and believed she could hear,
“It isn't very far to the term'nus—the rest and the shelter are near.”
But a broken rail—sneak-thief of safety!—the Belle drew a long wailing breath,
Then fell on her side, and went rolling a hundred feet down to her death.
“It isn't very far to the term'nus—the rest and the shelter are near.”
But a broken rail—sneak-thief of safety!—the Belle drew a long wailing breath,
Then fell on her side, and went rolling a hundred feet down to her death.
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