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 men have once resolved upon a difficult and dangerous enterprize, no time seems so tedious as the space between the de-termination and the execution.

They never love so well who have never been estranged. Who is there that in absence clings not with increasing fondness to the object of its idolatry, watches not every post, and trembling with alarm, anxiety and suspense, reads not again and again every line that the hand of love has traced ? Is there a fault that is not pardoned in absence ?