I breathed, yet I was dead. All things were dead to me.
ANNA TEMPLE.
A TALE OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY.
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BY JANE GAY.
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CHAPTER I.
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror,
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
I breathed, yet I was dead. All things were dead to me.
A TALE OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY.
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BY JANE GAY.
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Death makes no conquest of this conqueror,
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.