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“My Dearest One, the hid joy of my heart!
I love you, oh! you must indeed have known.
In strictest honour I have played my part;
But all this misery has overthrown
My scruples.  If you love me, marry me
Before the sun has dipped behind those trees.
You cannot be wed twice, and Grootver, foiled,
Can eat his anger.  My care it shall be
To pay your father’s debt, by such degrees
As I can compass, and for years I’ve greatly toiled.