text:  I will endeavour to forget you--to forget that I beheld you--that I ever nourished a passion which has made life sweeter to me than I believed it could become; but if on the other hand"-- How strange it is that we will still create troubles in a world that already abounds with them! Here had Mildred lived in a perpetual fever for months together teazing and fretting himself with anxieties and doubts; whilst as a reasonable being he ought to have been as cheerful and as merry as a lark singing at the gate of heaven