. A twisted skein:. now the tale of this adventurous nightIs finished, my presumption pray requite 94 THE STRANGERS STORY. With censure just and strong,Or in the gentle kindness of your heart,The story of your solitude impartTo him who craves it out of intrest kind,And sympathy for one he grieves to find So lone on night like my desert is small, I leave my fateIn your fair hands, dear lady, and awaitMy sentence from your lips; in this secure,From one so kind and gentle, good and pure, It cannot be amiss. Tis true, she answers with a saucy smile, That your desert is sma

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. A twisted skein:. now the tale of this adventurous nightIs finished, my presumption pray requite 94 THE STRANGERS STORY. With censure just and strong,Or in the gentle kindness of your heart,The story of your solitude impartTo him who craves it out of intrest kind,And sympathy for one he grieves to find So lone on night like my desert is small, I leave my fateIn your fair hands, dear lady, and awaitMy sentence from your lips; in this secure,From one so kind and gentle, good and pure, It cannot be amiss. Tis true, she answers with a saucy smile, That your desert is small: but to beguileThe passing hours of this distressful night,I shall your most presumptuous wish requite By making the attemptTo tell you something of the causes strangeThat have conspired together thus to changeMy home from one of happiness and cheer CONTINUED. 95 To what you find it—empty, lone, and drear. Her face grows sad, intent,As she with many a pang, and many a sigh,Relates the story of the days gone THE LADYS STOKY.

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