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The week that followed was a sad and lonely one to me. My romance was ended -- my friend parted from me -- my heart ever wincing under the torture of self-reproach.
As to the first, it would seem that I should have no great reason for insuperable regret. The situation had been made for, not by me; I was free to let my thoughts revert unhampered to the object of my first and only true love.