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"Now," said he, "that little space was given to delirium and

delusion I rested my temples on the breast of temptation, and put

my neck voluntarily under her yoke of flowers I tasted her cup

The pilloas burning: there is an asp in the garland: the wine

has a bitter taste: her promises are hollow--her offers false: I

see and know all this"

I gazed at hie," pursued he, "that while I love Rosamond Oliver so

wildly--with all the intensity, indeed, of a first passion, the

object of which is exquisitely beautiful, graceful, fascinating--I

experience at the same time a calood wife; that she is not the partner suited to

e; and

that to twelve ret

This I know"

"Strange indeed!" I could not help ejaculating

"While so in me," he went on, "is acutely sensible to her

char else is as deeply impressed with her defects:

they are such that she could sy I undertook Rosamond a sufferer, a labourer, a

female apostle? Rosamond a missionary's wife? No!"