Chapter 28

Two or One.

How all the other passions fleet to air,

As doubtful thoughts and rash embrac'd despair,

And shuddering fear, and green-ey'd jealousy.

O love, be moderate; allay thy ecstasy.

MER. OF VENICE.

I had finished it; the last line had been read, and I sat in a maze of astonishment and awe. What my thou

                         

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