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Boycott.
No, let me break my heart.
Would he had never loved me - only that,
Not to remember that he loved me once.
Mary.
But, Eleanor, he may remember too.
Truly you did him such a bitter harm
As well may make a man grow hard and strong
Against a woman's sobbings, battling back
The vain breath of her words like a barred tower
Careless to the wild useless gusts of winds,
Silent against them. Yet, for the dear sake
Of what you were to him and he to you,
And for the likeness of your face to that
He loved to look on once, which smiled on him
With so unlike a smile, and for the thought
That you might be yourself again through him,
And for the sorrow constant in your eyes,
He might put by his rancour, might tune down
The bitter tongue of blame to just a strain
Of pity for himself who had lost you,
Until 'twas pity for you too, and so
He must forgive you.
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