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My Heart Is Wax Molded As She Pleases, But Enduring As Marble To Retain.

A Person Dishonored Is Worst Than Dead.

Fortune May Have Yet A Better Success In Reserve For You And They Who Lose Today May Win Tomorrow.

They Must Take Me For A Fool, Or Even Worse, A Lunatic. And No Wonder ,for I Am So Intensely Conscious Of My Misfortune And My Misery Is So Overwhelming That I Am Powerless To Resist It And Am Being Turned Into Stone, Devoid Of All Knowledge Or Feeling.

There Were But Two Families In The World, Have-much And Have-little.