love of your dog. Forgiveness is a negative quality and can have no bearing on your attitude toward the fleas."
Having said this, Annabel Lee gazed placidly over my head at the sea.
When her mood is thus tranquil, she talks graciously and evenly and positively, and is beautiful to look at.
My mind was now in much confusion upon the subject in question. But I felt that I must know all that Annabel Lee thought about it.
"What would you say, Annabel Lee," said I, "to a case like this: If a soul were at variance with everything that touches it, everything that makes life, so that it must struggle through the long nights and long days with bitterness, is not that because the soul has no sense of proportion, and has not made itself properly relative to each and everything that is?—relative, so that when one hard thing
