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"FROM THAT DAY FORTH THE ISLE HAS BEEN
SOME SAY 'TIS BURIED DEEP
NOR E'ER IS KNOWN TO SLEEP.”
HERE was a certain island in the sea, the only inhabitants of
which were an old man, whose name was Prospero, and his daughter Miranda, a very beautiful young lady. She came to this island so young that she had no memory of having seen any other human face than her father's.
They lived in a cave or cell made out of a rock; it was divided into several apartments, one of which Prospero called his study ; there