Andrew Learmont Spedon, The Black-Sealed Letter
“ The insidious bee that fluttered around the flowers of my once happy affections has left its sting-wound within my heart.""But love is its own physician. It alone can cure the ills it makes.""But where there is no mutual love in the heart the wound is incurable.""Why, Fred! do you for a moment doubt the veracity of Clara's love for you?""She has fooled me," he exclaimed. "She has forsaken me. She has made me reckless and desperate. I have ceased to love. I hate society. I even despise my very self. I shall seek for happiness in foreign lands as a substitute for what I have lost. ”
