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“Who is it?” he said. “The loved one, the long lost.”

He stared upon her. “Truly?”⁠—“Truly indeed.”

—“Oh, lady, you come late. I am tempest-tossed,

Broken and wrecked. I am dying. Look, I bleed.

Why have you left me thus and given no heed

To all my prayer?⁠—left me to be the game

Of all deceits?”⁠—“You should have asked my name.”