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we had loved each other as a boy and a girl, and forgotten it?
Undisciplined heart, reply!

How the time wears, I know not; until I am recalled by my
child-wife's old companion. More restless than he was, he crawls
out of his house, and looks at me, and wanders to the door, and
whines to go upstairs.

'Not tonight, Jip! Not tonight!'

He comes very slowly back to me, licks my hand, and lifts his dim
eyes to my face.

'Oh, Jip! It may be, never again!'

He lies down at my feet, stretches himself out as if to sleep, and
with a plaintive cry, is dead.

'Oh, Agnes! Look, look, here!'

- That face, so full of pity, and of grief, that rain of tears,
that awful mute appeal to me, that solemn hand upraised towards


It is over. Darkness comes before my eyes; and, for a time, all
things are blotted out of my remembrance.


This is not the time at which I am to enter on the state of my mind
beneath its load of sorrow. I came to think that the Future was
walled up before me, that the energy and action of my life were at
an end, that I never could find any refuge but in the grave. I
came to think so, I say, but not in the first shock of my grief.

It slowly grew to that. If the events I go on to relate, had not
thickened around me, in the beginning to confuse, and in the end to
augment, my affliction, it is possible (though I think not
probable), that I might have fallen at once into this condition.

As it was, an interval occurred before I fully knew my own
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