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Deep in the heart is an avenging power, Conscious of right and wrong. There is no shape Reproach can take, one-half so terrible As when that shape is given by ourselves. Justice hath needful punishments, and crime Is a predestined thing to punishment. Or soon, or late, there will be no escape From the stern consequence of its own act. But in ourself is Fate's worst minister: There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.

did not call yesterday at the usual hour. How intolerably long the morning seemed; and yet I owed it a new pleasure, it brought my first note from him. I now know his hand-writing; it is graceful, almost, as a woman's. I shall not see him till to-morrow. Ah! is it true that I, and I only, shall be