Lucile By Owen Meredith [i.e. E. R. B. Lytton] |
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XI.
Lord Alfred, who never conceiv'd that LucileCould have look'd so enchanting, felt tempted to kneel
At her feet, and her pardon with passion implore;
But the calm smile that met him sufficed to restore
The pride and the bitterness needed to meet
The occasion with dignity due and discreet.
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