The Last Man


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"You begin late," said I, ironically, "marriage is usually considered the  
grave, and not the cradle of love. So you are about to love her, but do not  
already?"  
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Do not catechise me, Lionel; I will do my duty by her, be assured. Love! I  
must steel my heart against that; expel it from its tower of strength,  
barricade it out: the fountain of love must cease to play, its waters be  
dried up, and all passionate thoughts attendant on it die--that is to  
say, the love which would rule me, not that which I rule. Idris is a  
gentle, pretty, sweet little girl; it is impossible not to have an  
affection for her, and I have a very sincere one; only do not speak of love  
--love, the tyrant and the tyrant-queller; love, until now my conqueror,  
now my slave; the hungry fire, the untameable beast, the fanged  
snake--no--no--I will have nothing to do with that love. Tell me,  
Lionel, do you consent that I should marry this young lady?"  
He bent his keen eyes upon me, and my uncontrollable heart swelled in my  
bosom. I replied in a calm voice--but how far from calm was the thought  
imaged by my still words--"Never! I can never consent that Lady Idris  
should be united to one who does not love her."  
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Because you love her yourself."  
Your Lordship might have spared that taunt; I do not, dare not love her."  
At least," he continued haughtily, "she does not love you. I would not  
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