Had death just robbed me of one that was clear to me? No; the only ones I had ever loved. My father and mother, had died years ago. \vere my ravings those peculiar to an unhappy lover? No; my eyes had not yet looked with passion into a woman' s eyes — and now would never do so. Neither Death nor Love made my lot seem the most miserable in the world. I was young, rich, free as the wind to follow my own devices. I could leave England to-morrow and visit the most beautiful places on the earth: those places I had longed and determined to see. Now, I knew I should never see them, and I groaned in anguish at the thought.
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