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Now inasmuch as you have practised on her,Perplext her, made her half forget herself,Swerve from her duty to herself and us—Things in an Aylmer deem'd impossible,Far as we track ourselves—I say that this,—Else I withdraw favour and countenanceFrom you and yours for ever—shall you do.Sir, when you see her—but you shall not see her—No, you shall write, and not to her, but me:And you shall say that having spoken with me,And after look'd into yourself, you findThat you meant nothing—as indeed you knowThat you meant nothing. Such as match as this!Impossible, prodigious!' These were words,As meted by his measure of himself,Arguing boundless forbearance: after which,And Leolin's horror-stricken answer, 'ISo foul a traitor to myself and her,Never oh never,' for about as longAs the wind-hover hangs in the balance, paused
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