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As they, who to their couch at night / Would win repose, first quench the light, / So must the hopes that keep this breast / Awake, be quenched, ere it can rest. / MOORE.
We left Mary yielding herself to the passive impression made upon her / mind by the startling results of that strange conversation; then / gradually that mind began to rouse itself to think, and form, and / deliberate as to what was to be done -- or rather _was_ there anything to / be done? Was hers to be the tongue to blaze about the woman's story, to / give substance and a shape to the airy-tongued aspersions brought / against her lover's name -- was this her woman's part? Oh, no; yet / something she had to do -- some part to act?