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Why did I love him? I looked up to him With earnest admiration, and sweet faith. I could forgive the miserable hours His falsehood, and his only, taught my heart; But I cannot forgive that for his sake. My faith in good is shaken, and my hopes Are pale and cold, for they have looked on death. Why should I love him? he no longer is That which I loved.

had just wrapped her cloak round the graceful figure of Lady Marchmont, and was going to hand her into the carriage, when her attention was asked for a moment by Lord Norbourne. Drawing her within the shadow of a column, he said in an earnest whisper,—