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So she went forth: they never met againThe duke and she. The world paid compliment
(Is it worth noting?) when, next day, she sent
Certain gifts back—“jewelry fit to deck
Whom you call wife.” I know not round what neck
They took to sparkling, in good time—weeks thence.
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