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tain virtue to the contagion of the world?
"Promise me, then," interrupted he, with vehemence, "promise that, in my absence, you will listen to no other proposals: I foresee the trials to which your constancy will be exposed; every man who beholds will love you, will be my rival."
"If your knowledge of my heart afford you not a security for my faith, weak indeed were the sanction of oaths, and unworthy the sacred flame that animates us: were not your fears as injurious as chimerical, would you accept the cold reluctant hand, the victim of superstition, when the alienated mind deplored the sacrifice? No,
