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248 No! no! I will not have it! Spare me this—

Because my face is haply fair, shall I

Destroy your happiness? 'Twere too unjust!

And I,—because by Nature's freak I have The gift to say—all that perchance you feel, Shall I be fatal to your happiness?

Tell all!

It is ill done to tempt me thus!

Too long I've borne about within myself

A rival to myself—I'll make an end!

Christian!

Our union, without witness—secret— Clandestine,—can be easily dissolved If we survive.

My God!—he still persists!

I will be loved myself—or not at all! —I'll go see what they do—there, at the end Of the post: speak to her, and then let her choose

One of us two!