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“And yet, I think, I near the name in mind;

It was some famished boy whom tampering men

Had crippled in their chains and made him blind

Till their weak hour discovered them: and then

He broke that prison. Softly!⁠—it comes again,

I have it. It was Dymer, little One,

Dymer’s the name. This spectre is his son.”