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368 Through intellectual culture? since indeed I do not think that any common she Would dare adopt such fancy-forgeries For the legible life-signature of such As I, with all my blots: with all my blots! At last then, peerless cousin, we are peers— At last we're even.Ah, you've left your height; And here upon my level we take hands, And here I reach you to forgive you, sweet, And that's a fall, Aurora. Long ago You seldom understood me,—but, before, I could not blame you. Then you only seemed So high above, you could not see below; But now I breathe,—but now I pardon!—nay, We're parting.Dearest, men have burnt my house, Maligned my motives,—but not one, I swear, Has wronged my soul as this Aurora has, Who called the Lady Waldemar my wife.'

'Not married to her! yet you said' 'Again? Nay, read the lines' (he held a letter out) 'She sent you through me.' By the moonlight there, I tore the meaning out with passionate haste Much rather than I read it.Thus it ran.