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and was there no hope? Alass if the devoted lover had for one moment dared to cherish me. It had quickly passed away. Summer passed and Autumn came with its ever varying hues and fading? flowers. And still Ida lingered in  was at the close of a beautiful day - - September that she, reclined on a sofa [[nar?]] the winding from which she had a view of the setting sun. Heaving a sigh she said father I am dying I must leave you and dear Alfred with all these lovely scenes but I am content to leave these to join my [[sainted?]] mother, do you remember our last words father? My request is that you will bear me to the summer house as they did while Alfred presented her with a beautiful white rose.  Keep the rose dear Alfred said she treasure it as sacred to the memory to me who would have been your bride  I will replied he mournfully [[unclear]] Alfred
lover he    for one moment
        .quickly passed away

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and was there no hope? Alass if the devoted lover had for one moment dared to cherish me. It had quickly passed away. Summer passed and Autumn came with its ever varying hues and fading? flowers. And still Ida lingered in was at the close of a beautiful day - - September that she, reclined on a sofa nar? the winding from which she had a view of the setting sun. Heaving a sigh she said father I am dying I must leave you and dear Alfred with all these lovely scenes but I am content to leave these to join my sainted? mother, do you remember our last words father? My request is that you will bear me to the summer house as they did while Alfred presented her with a beautiful white rose. Keep the rose dear Alfred said she treasure it as sacred to the memory to me who would have been your bride I will replied he mournfully unclear Alfred