ETHEL CHURCHILL.
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CHAPTER II.
RANELAGH.
I did not wish to see his face,
I knew it could not be;
Though a look had not altered there,
What once it was to me.
Since last we met, a fairy spell
Had been from each removed;
How strange it is that those can change,
Who were so much beloved!
It is a bitter thing to know
The heart's enchantment o'er;
But 'tis more bitter still to feel
It can be charmed no more!
"So I hear," said Lady Mary, "that, 'severe in youthful beauty,' you have driven another of your lovers to despair; but it really was too bad to hand over all Lord Portsea's hearts and darts to Mrs. Fane, persuading her that she was the rightful owner of the scented scroll."
