Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. She found presently she was out of the dock and confronted with the alternative of being bound over in one surety for the sum of forty pounds— whatever that might mean or a month’s imprisonment. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. It would have given me intense satisfaction to have been able to catch a French spy. They don’t count, and I don’t care. "However, I'll refresh your memory.
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