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He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips.

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You have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose then, your heart has been weeping blood?

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No reflection was to be allowed now, not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. Not one thought was to be given either to the past or t...more

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Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.

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. . . if there was a hope of comfort for any moment, the heart or head of no human being in this house could yield it . . .