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160 Christian!

Oh! you!

I would speak with you.

Good. Speak soft and low.

No, you speak stupidly !

Oh, pity me !

No ! you love me no more !

You say - Great Heaven ! I love no more ! - when - I - love more and more !

Hold ! 'tis a trifle better ! ay, a trifle !

Love grew apace, rocked by the anxious beating. . . Of this poor heart, which the cruel wanton boy. . . Took for a cradle !