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You Know I Have Duties──we Both Have Duties──before Which Feeling Must Be Sacrificed.

There's Things To Put Up Wi' In Ivery Place, An' You May Change An' Change An' Not Better Yourself When All's Said An' Done.

Let Thy Chief Terror Be Of Thine Own Soul: There, 'mid The Throng Of Hurrying Desires That Trample O'er The Dead To Seize Their Spoil, Lurks Vengeance, Footless, Irresistible As Exhaltations Laden With Slow Death, And O'er The Fairest Troop Of Captured Joys Breathes Pallid Pestilence.

Knightly Love Is Blent With Reverence As Heavenly Air Is Blent With Heavenly Blue.

What A Different Result One Gets By Changing The Metaphor!