He’ll be forgotten—like old debts By persons who are used to borrow; Forgotten—like the sun that sets, When shines the new one on the morrow; Forgotten like the luscious peach That blessed the school-boy last September; Forgotten—like the maiden speech, That all men praise and none remember. PRAED. “I am not, I never was, and never can be, the betrothed of Mr. Brandon Coyle; therefore there can be no marriage ceremony performed now, or ever, between that person and myself.”…
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