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So, the little lady grew silent and thin,
Paling and ever paling,
As the way is with a hid chagrin;210
And the Duke perceived that she was ailing,
And said in his heart, "'Tis done to spite me,
But I shall find in my power to right me!"
Don't swear, friend! The old one, many a year,
Is in hell, and the Duke's self ... you shall hear.215