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Rh intercourse—careless, and yet constrained—which constitutes society. I can imagine—nay, fancy I was meant for an existence so different—an existence where all the deeper feelings would not be wholly wasted, as they are now. But I need the wand of the enchanter to lead me through the weary maze in which habit and indifference soon entangles one hitherto without a dearer aim. Just now," for he perceived Francesca was meditating a retreat—a design which he set down to embarrassment, "my head is full of some exquisite lines I was reading this morning in your library. I hear, Lady Francesca, that it is a favourite room of yours. Do pray join with me in admiring the picturesque tenderness with which the poet invests his dream of futurity." So saying, in a voice low and sweet as just-heard music, he repeated the following lines:—