"We met ere yet the world had come To wither up the springs of youth, Amid the holy joys of home, And in the first warm blush of youth. We parted as they never part, Whose tears are doomed to be forgot; Oh, by what agony of heart Forget me not!--forget me not!" At nine o'clock the next morning Traverse went to the library to keep his tryst with Colonel Le Noir.…
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