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She took my hand, and, as if naught of love Had ever been between us, said,--"All know The madness of that hour when with his glove He struck, then slew my brother, and brought woe On all our house: and thou, incensed above The rest, came here, and made my foe thy foe. But he had left. 'Twas then I promised thee My hand, but, ah! my heart was gone from me.