With her fine taste you cannot disagree,
The locket is most beautifully designed.
He opened it and there the curls were, twined.
Charlottas heart dropped beats like knitting-stitches.
She burned a moment, flaming; then she froze.
Her face was jerked by little, nervous twitches,
She heard her husband asking: What are those?
Put out her hand quickly to interpose,
But stopped, the gesture half-complete, astounded
At the calm way the question was propounded.
A pretty fancy, Dear, I do declare.
Indeed I will not let you put it off.
A lovely thought: yours and your mothers hair!
Charlotta hid a gasp under a cough.
Never with my connivance shall you doff
This charming gift. He kissed her on the cheek,
And Lotta suffered him, quite crushed and meek.
When later in their room she lay awake,
Watching the moonlight slip along the floor,
She felt the chain and wept for Theodores sake.
She had loved Heinrich also, and the core
Of truth, unlovely, startled her. Wherefore
She vowed from now to break this double life
And see herself only as Theodores wife.
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