I hear mother warn me I would be an old maid. Well, perhaps my need of solitude is all I look for in this life.

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I hear mother warn me I would be an old maid. Well, perhaps my need of solitude is all I look for in this life.
I daresay with a look in his eyes - yes - I must kiss him.
Brown ringlets falling from a beauty so natural you dared hardly look.