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XXX.
And she, the gentle, loving one,When by her instinct taught
To fly from him who hitherto
Had owned her every thought—
Her home she entered silently,
And, shunning question, fled;
In the wild tumult of her soul,
Scarce hearing what was said:
Once in her chamber's refuge hid,
She proved the sad relief
Which tears, unchecked and unobserved,
Afford to woman's grief.
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