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well if i don't know who she was in love with i know who he was |
let me say here distinctly to have done with it that this narrative from an exact transcript of my own made much later is what i shall presently give |
poor douglas before his death when it was in sight committed to me the manuscript that reached him on the third of these days and that on the same spot with immense effect he began to read to our hushed little circle on the night of the fourth |
the departing ladies who had said they would stay didn't of course thank heaven stay they departed in consequence of arrangements made in a rage of curiosity as they professed produced by the touches with which he had already worked us up |
the first of these touches conveyed that the written statement took up the tale at a point after it had in a manner begun |
he had for his own town residence a big house filled with the spoils of travel and the trophies of the chase but it was to his country home an old family place in essex that he wished her immediately to proceed |
the awkward thing was that they had practically no other relations and that his own affairs took up all his time |
there were plenty of people to help but of course the young lady who should go down as governess would be in supreme authority |
i don't anticipate |
she was young untried nervous it was a vision of serious duties and little company of really great loneliness |
yes but that's just the beauty of her passion |
it was the beauty of it |
it sounded dull it sounded strange and all the more so because of his main condition which was |
she promised to do this and she mentioned to me that when for a moment disburdened delighted he held her hand thanking her for the sacrifice she already felt rewarded |
but was that all her reward one of the ladies asked |
those pretty wrongs that liberty commits when i am sometime absent from thy heart thy beauty and thy years full well befits for still temptation follows where thou art |
ay me |
no matter then although my foot did stand upon the farthest earth remov'd from thee for nimble thought can jump both sea and land as soon as think the place where he would be but ah |
thought kills me that i am not thought to leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone but that so much of earth and water wrought i must attend time's leisure with my moan receiving nought by elements so slow but heavy tears badges of either's woe |
my heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie a closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes but the defendant doth that plea deny and says in him thy fair appearance lies |
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