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"You are tired," says he, tenderly. "Then get a chair for yourself, at least, as you will not permit me to go to your aid," he entreats. "I am your prisoner,—perhaps," in a low tone, "the most willing captive that ever yet was made." Alas! how soon will fall upon him that eternal sleep from which no man waketh!.
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