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The Cruelty of Saint Valentine
St. Valentine, they say, was lost in love; and on his heart’s desire was so affixed that nothing here on earth or found above could heal him from sly Cupid’s arrow prick. St. Valentine, it seems, so loved himself that … Continue reading