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say; and unfortunately I have neither my cigar-case nor my snuff-
box. But listen-whisper. It is your time now, little tyrant, but it will
be mine presently; and when once I have fairly seized you, to have
and to hold, I’ll just-figuratively speaking-attach you to a chain
like this’ (touching his watch-guard). ‘Yes, bonny wee thing, I’ll
wear you in my bosom, lest my jewel I should tyne.’ He said this as
he helped me to alight from the carriage, and while he afterwards
lifted out Adele, I entered the house, and made good my retreat
upstairs.

He duly summoned me to his presence in the evening. I had
prepared an occupation for him; for I was determined not to spend
the whole time in a tete-a-tete conversation. I remembered his fine
voice; I knew he liked to sing-good singers generally do. I was no
vocalist myself, and, in his fastidious judgment, no musician,
either; but I delighted in listening when the performance was good.
No sooner had twilight, that hour of romance, began to lower her
blue and starry banner over the lattice, than I rose, opened the
piano, and entreated him, for the love of heaven, to give me a song.
He said I was a capricious witch, and that he would rather sing
another time; but I averred that no time was like the present.

‘Did I like his voice?’ he asked.
‘Very much.’ I was not fond of pampering that susceptible vanity
of his; but for once, and from motives of expediency, I would e’en
soothe and stimulate it.

‘Then, Jane, you must play the accompaniment.’ ‘Very well, sir, I
will try.’ I did try, but was presently swept off the stool and
denominated ‘a little bungler.’ Being pushed unceremoniously to
one side-which was precisely what I wished-he usurped my
place, and proceeded to accompany himself: for he could play as
well as sing. I hied me to the window-recess. And while I sat there
and looked out on the still trees and dim lawn, to a sweet air was
sung in mellow tones the following strain: ‘The truest love that
ever heart Felt at its kindled core, Did through each vein, in
quickened start, The tide of being pour.

Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The
chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.

I dreamed it would be nameless bliss, As I loved, loved to be; And
to this object did I press As blind as eagerly.

But wide as pathless was the space That lay our lives between, And
dangerous as the foamy race Of ocean-surges green.

And haunted as a robber-path Through wilderness or wood; For
Might and Right, and Woe and Wrath, Between our spirits stood.

I dangers dared; I hindrance scorned; I omens did defy: Whatever
menaced, harassed, warned, I passed impetuous by.
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