| As Juliana Bordereau
sat there before me, |
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| my heart beat as fast as if the
miracle of resurrection |
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| had taken place solely for my
benefit. |
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| Her presence
seemed somehow to contain his, |
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| and I felt nearer to him at that
first moment of seeing her |
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| than I ever had before, |
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| or ever have since. |
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| I felt an irresistible desire
to hold in my own, for a moment, |
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| the hand that Jeffrey Aspern
had pressed. |
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| One doesn't defend one's god. |
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| One's god is in himself a
defence. |
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| Today Jeffrey Aspern shines high
in the heaven of our literature |
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| for all the world to see. |
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| He is a part of the light
by which we walk. |
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| He had been not only one of the
most brilliant poets of his day, |
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| but one of the most genial men |
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| and one of the handsomest. |
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| His early death had been the
only dark spot in his life, |
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| unless the papers
in Miss Bordereau's hands |
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| should perversely bring out
others. |
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| By what passions
had he been ravaged? |
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