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It is hotter than the Fire god himself ever dreamed of making it.
"'Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height, What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang).
I know when she is alone until midnight, learning from her books; I know when her secret friends steal to her and she is happier--as children can be, even in the midst of poverty--because they come and she may laugh and talk with them in whispers.
You are as good as another, I have no doubt: better, I dare say."
