"What's this dull town to me? Robin's not near. What was't I wished to see? What wished to hear? Where's all the joy and mirth made this town a Heav'n on earth? Oh, they are all fled with thee, Robin Adair!" --SCOTS SONG. I only groaned; my elbows on the breakfast-table and my head buried in my hands. What does it matter what "kind" of young man he is, when you're in love with him?…
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