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contradicted another. Chance has meted you a measure of happiness:
that I know. I knew it before I came here this evening. She has laid
it carefully on one side for you. I saw her do it. It depends on
yourself to stretch out your hand, and take it up: but whether you
will do so, is the problem I study. Kneel again on the rug.'
'Don't keep me long; the fire scorches me.'
I knelt. She did not stoop towards me, but only gazed, leaning
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in her chair. She began muttering,-
'The flame flickers in the eye; the eye shines like dew; it looks
soft and full of feeling; it smiles at my jargon; it is susceptible;
impression follows impression through its clear sphere; where it
ceases to smile, it is sad; an unconscious lassitude weighs on the
lid: that signifies melancholy resulting from loneliness. It turns
from me; it will not suffer further scrutiny; it seems to deny, by a
mocking glance, the truth of the discoveries I have already made,-
to disown the charge both of sensibility and chagrin: its pride and
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