inspire me with more philosophic sentiments. But his arguments drawn from general observation failed in reaching the core of my incurable disease.

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What could induce me to talk thus incoherently of the dreadful subject that I dared not explain? — In truth, it was insanity, not of the understanding but of the heart, which caused me always to think of one thing, of one

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sentiment, and thus there would at times escape to my lips, as a half stifled sigh may; though else unseen & unheard just move the flame that surrounds the marty[r] at the stake. But though he sigh, he will not recant, & though I more weak, gave vent to my pent up thoughts in words such as these, yet I shrunk unalterably from any thing that should reveal the existence of my enemy.
my journey to Montanvert and the sea of ice.

Such were the views my father entertained.

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gained I imagined a greater degree of security.

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immediately depart for a small estate we possessed

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Then gazing on the beloved face of Elizabeth, on her graceful form and languid eyes, instead of feeling the exultation of a—lover—a husband—a sudden gush of tears blinded my sight, & as I turned away to hide the involuntary emotion fast drops fell

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in the wave below. Reason again awoke, and shaking off all unmanly—or more properly all natural thoughts of mischance, I smiled as