There are three females in the place, and they,
Like skilful painters, could the facts portray
In their strong colours—all that I can do }
Is to present a weak imperfect view; }
The colours I must leave—the outlines shall be true. 110}
Soon did each party see the other’s mind,
What bound them both, and what was like to bind;
Oaths deeply taken in such time and place,
To break them now was dreadful—was disgrace!
“That oath a dying father bade me take,