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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 thoughts were, what my judgment upon this astounding act of self-destruction for conscience sake, it will not interest you to know. In a matter so complicated with questions of right and wrong, each man must feel for himself, and out of his own nature adjudge praise, or express censure; I, Constance Sterling, shall do neither; I can only wonder and be still.