PART III LOVE
CHAPTER 126
THE LOSING OF THE SENSE OF A DIGNIFIED RESERVE
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1251. The door that is bolted with the bolt of modesty will yet yield to the axe of an overpowering love.
1252. Heartless is this thing called Love: for it oppresseth my heart even in the dead of night.
1253. I try indeed to shut my love up within my heart : but like a sneeze it breaketh out of itself without a warning.
1254. I was proud that I was correct and decorous in my behaviour: but alas ! love rendeth every veil and showeth itself in public.
1255. The stern self-respect that refuseth to seek the beloved though he hath cruelly deserted, is a thing unknown to the love-sick fair.
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