It Seems To Me You

We Are Bound Together By The Sympathy Of Our Antipathies.

I Care Not If I Live But A Day And A Night, So Long As My Deeds Live After Me.

Moments Of Their Secret Life Together Burst Like Stars Upon His Memory.

Pity Is The Feeling Which Arrests The Mind In The Presence Of Whatesoever Is Grave And Constant In Human Sufferings And Unites It With The Human Sufferer.

A Dim Antagonism Gathered Force Within Him And Darkened His Mind As A Cloud Against Her Disloyalty: And When It Passed, Cloudlike, Leaving His Mind Serene And Dutiful Towards Her Again, He Was Made Aware Dimly And Without Regret Of A First Noiseless Sundering Of Their Lives.