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"But I was bent with frenzy upon my purpose. I was merely aware that she was in the room. I saw nothing else. I heard nothing. I cared for nothing, but to see her through that magic glass, and feel at once all the fulness of blissful perfection which that would reveal. BUT I WAS BENT WITH FRENZY UPON MY PURPOSE I WAS MERELY AWARE THAT SHE WAS IN THE ROOM I SAW NOTHING ELSE I HEARD NOTHING I CARED FOR NOTHING BUT TO SEE HER THROUGH THAT MAGIC GLASS AND FEEL ALL AT ONCE THE FULNESS OF BLISSFUL PERFECTION WHICH THAT WOULD REVEAL
th joy, and sat the whole night through, thrilled into happiness by the thought of her love and loveliness, like a wind harp, tightly strung, and answering the airiest sigh of the breeze with music. "Then came calmer days--the conviction of deep love settled upon our lives--as after the hurrying, heaving days of spring, comes the bland and benignant summer. "'It is no dream, then, after all, and we are happy,' I said to her, one day; and there came no answer, for happiness is speechless. "'We are happy, then,' I said to myself, 'there is no excitement now. How glad I am that I can now look at her through my spectacles.' "I feared least some instinct should warn me to beware. I escaped from her arms, and ran home and seized the glasses, and bounded back again to Preciosa. As I entered the room I was heated, my head was swimming with confused apprehensions, my eyes must have glared. Preciosa was frightened, and rising from her seat, stood with an inquiring glance of surprise in her eyes. AN FROM HER PRESENCE AND SHOUTED AND LEAPT WITH JOY AND SAT THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH THRILLED INTO HAPPINESS BY THE THOUGHT OF HER LOVE AND LOVELINESS LIKE A WIND HARP TIGHTLY STRUNG AND ANSWERING THE AIRIEST SIGH OF THE BREEZE WITH MUSIC THEN CAME CALMER DAYS THE CONVICTION OF DEEP LOVE SETTLED UPON OUR LIVES AS AFTER THE HURRYING HEAVING DAYS OF SPRING COMES THE BLAND AND BENIGNANT SUMMER IT IS NO DREAM THEN AFTER ALL AND WE ARE HAPPY I SAID TO HER ONE DAY AND THERE CAME NO ANSWER FOR HAPPINESS IS SPEECHLESS WE ARE HAPPY THEN I SAID TO MYSELF THERE IS NO EXCITEMENT NOW HOW GLAD I AM THAT I CAN NOW LOOK AT HER THROUGH MY SPECTACLES I FEARED LEST SOME INSTINCT SHOULD WARN ME TO BEWARE I ESCAPED FROM HER ARMS AND RAN HOME AND SEIZED THE GLASSES AND BOUNDED BACK AGAIN TO PRECIOSA AS I ENTERED THE ROOM I WAS HEATED MY HEAD WAS SWIMMING WITH CONFUSED APPREHENSIONS MY EYES MUST HAVE GLARED PRECIOSA WAS FRIGHTENED AND RISING FROM HER SEAT STOOD WITH AN INQUIRING GLANCE OF SURPRISE IN HER EYES
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