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I hope you will not think it is impolite that I should write this note to you when you wish to keep yourself a secret.
And I would not wish you to be anything but just what you are, my sweet little skylark.
I have seen her image in the moonlight often, as I now see you; except that I never held her in my arms; it stood between the little grated window and the door.
He was coarse in his habits and brutish in his ways.
