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The Rosicrucian Medicaster! Aye,
Sure she's his daughter, by what mother tho'
I know not. There's another mystery
This new-come stranger that they call Lenore,
Talk of the Devil, as they say she's here!
Good morrow, Madam.
Lenore. (Enters door right):
Madam Pomeroy.
(Curtseys.)
Madam Pomeroy:
Your most obedient Madam.
(Curtseys.)
Lenore:
Madam, pray
Madam Pomeroy:
Ah, I was right, for all your Quaker garb,
You know the habit of Society!