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Updated: May 28, 2025

The dawn broke dim on Rose Mary's soul No hill-crown's heavenly aureole, But a wild gleam on a shaken shoal. If Fay's progress through life could have been drawn with a pencil it would have resembled the ups and downs, like the teeth of a saw, of a fever chart.

Mary Cholmondeley - Prisoners: Fast Bound In Misery And Iron