Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. “I’ve been thinking—all the afternoon. It is generally deficient in the qualities it prides itself upon most. —"As Rowland's whole crew perished in the tempest, and he only escaped by miracle, he fancied himself free from detection.
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