Feeling her lover’s arm laid fond thereby.
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But when at last he slept, then she arose,
All faint and tremulous: and though it be
That wrong betrayeth innocence with shews
Of novelty, its guilt from shame to free,
Yet ’twas for shame her hand so strangely shook
That held the steel, and from the cloke that took
The lamp, and raised it o’er the bed to see.
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