but the wind was still, maar zulk eene ingeving had hij niet, -- on the tablet within, in miju hart. ... I wanted somebody to love me for some loveliness in my own self, and not for the obliging and pleasant things done by me. ... and I entered that pleasant little nook of a room, delightful evermore to me as a dream of Elysium, and looked upon a sweet, mild face, and the large, mournful eyes, whose portrait wasanbsp;...
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