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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
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From the Desert I come to thee,
 On my Arab shod with fire.
•••••
I love thee, I love but thee!
 With a love that shall not die!
  Till the sun grows cold,
  And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!

"Go to him," said Robert, in a low voice. "I will wait till he has finished singing. Then I shall follow you."

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