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Chapter 62 No.62

Fixed was her look, and stern her air:

Back from her shoulders streamed her hair;

The locks, that wont her brow to shade,

Stared up erectly from her head;

Her figure seemed to rise more high;

Her voice, despair's wild energy

Had given a tone of prophecy.

Appalled the astonished conclave sate:

With stupid eyes, the men of fat

            
            

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