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What a place to talk of suicide, there, in the arden, voluptuous with a thousand unspoken suggestions, laden with the

perfuhts that illu as with the sound of hidden insects as the gowns of

gorgeously bedecked wos! Over our

heads, beyond the glass roof, the storh with

less violence, and the contrast see with the

condition of my own mind, outwardly so calm and composed, yet torn by

the thousand conflicting emotions that were induced by the proxie of what her fate, and

therefore mine, must inevitably be