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It grew ripe Summer, when one morning came
 Her tirewoman with a letter, printed
Upon the seal were the Deane crest and name.
 With utmost gentleness, the letter hinted
His understanding and his deep regret.
 But would she not permit him once again
    To pay her his profound respects?  No word
 Of what had passed should pain
Her resolution.  Only let them get
Back the old comradeship.  Her eyes were wet
    With starting tears, now truly she deplored