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Rh have been—how immense, how incredible—had I been his only love in the past, as I am (it yet may be) his only love in the present.

"It was on a most beautiful winter's night, silvery in the moonbeams, that I saw it pass before me, that long procession of women, fair as the flowers of spring: 'a connoisseur in women' is what they call him. A whole garden of red flowers sprang up in the snowy wilderness, shining afar like a great pool of gore. I closed my eyes with the torture of the sight.

"If it be true that love consists of happiness and delight, then all this delight ought to have been mine: and Life had taken it from me: not to give it to others, but just to throw it away (ah! the crime of it!) to fritter it away amongst a multitude of delights that might have been. For indeed, what would have made my bliss was a wrong inflicted upon others, in the form of compulsion and shame, the torment of humiliation, the infringement of their right to live, hurling them into an abyss of misery and abandonment, and closing the gates against their return to a happier state:—all these deeds of wrong-doing were acts that might have given me bliss! &hellip;