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XXVI

“Love, Isabel!” said he, “I was in pain

Lest I should miss to bid thee a good morrow:

Ah! what if I should lose thee, when so fain

I am to stifle all the heavy sorrow

Of a poor three hours’ absence? but we’ll gain

Out of the amorous dark what day doth borrow.

Good bye! I’ll soon be back.”⁠—“Good bye!” said she:⁠—

And as he went she chanted merrily.