'I shall run with you, my darling,' said I.

'You cannot,' he murmur'd;—a speechless love

Shone out of his eyes; he return'd my kiss—

'I never intended—Great Father above,

You know that I never intended this.

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Fetch me some money—the desk and the key—

You know them—be quick! or dearly you'll rue—

My life's in your hands!—have mercy on me—

Fetch me some money—It's all you can do.'

A horrible haste in manner and voice,

A desperate hungry imploring haste;

I rush'd up the stairs—I had not a choice,

And I snatch'd the notes from where they were plac'd

All that I had—to the window I rush'd—

With kisses and tears in his hands I laid;

He return'd the kisses, with lips that crush'd

Their vehement kisses on lips dismay'd.

He was almost gone; but I held him tight,

And cried in my anguish, 'You have forgot—

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