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You never loved me! never cared for me! Had I been taken kindly to your heart, This present misery were all unknown: But I have been neglected and repelled; My best affections chilled, or left to feed Upon themselves. I have so needed love, I should have loved you but from gratitude, If you had let me.

felt quite overcome with bodily indisposition as she proceeded homewards. Her hands were feverish, her temples throbbed with acute pain; she was wretched, but there was confusion in her thoughts; she seemed as if it were impossible to dwell on any one