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CH. XII.]
WRONGS OF WOMAN.
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"He kept his word; still no letter arrived to put an end to my painful state of suspense. I procured some books and music, to beguile the tedious solitary days.
'Come, ever smiling Liberty,
'And with thee bring thy jocund train:'
'And with thee bring thy jocund train:'
I sung—and sung till, saddened by the strain of joy, I bitterly lamented the fate that deprived me of all social pleasure. Comparative liberty indeed I had possessed myself of; but the jocund train lagged far behind!
CHAP.
