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A constant attendant at court, he had the mortification to see every one promoted but himself, and thus bewails his ill-luck. 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. “Hotel Ritz,” he said mechanically to the coachman. All the sombre visions she had been pressing back, fighting out of her thoughts, swarmed over the barrier and crushed her.
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