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who ruled with a 

 glance from her be- 

 witching eye s — 

 Jacqueline, who 

 . loved and suffered 

 and died before her 

 youth was gone, can- 

 not be done in paint 

 or stone, but lives in 

 imagination alone. 



Here at Middel- 

 burg we hear : "Yes, 

 that is our Jacoba; 

 but Ter Goes, over 

 there on Zuid-Beve- 

 land, was her very 

 own city; she did 

 not live here, you 

 know." No, we 

 didn't know ; but we 

 keep very quiet until 

 a train takes us the 

 15 miles to Ter Goes, 

 where, I am ashamed 

 to confess it, but in 

 the land of the Pil- 

 grims the truth must 

 out, we speedily for- 

 got all about Jacque- 

 line. 



ON e;very hand are^ 

 ROSY face;s 



We left the train 

 with good intentions. 

 We all know what 

 place is paved with 

 good intentions un- 

 fulfilled. I hope its 

 pavements are no 

 harder to unaccus- 

 tomed feet than 

 those of Ter Goes, 

 where our feet grew 

 tired long before we 

 did. It was Tues- 

 day — market day — 

 and the produce of 

 Beveland's meadows 

 and the tenants of 

 her farms were gath- 

 ered in her streets. 

 It is VQxy difficult to 

 concentrate one's 

 thoughts upon any 

 lady — fair, lovely, 

 unfortunate countess 



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