Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

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Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer Eugene Aram — Book 3, Chapter IX.

Leave it to time and your love to win their inevitable way. Ask not too much from me now. And mark, mark, I pray you, whenever, in spite of myself, these moods you refer to darken over me, heed not, listen not—Leave me! solitude is their only cure! promise me this, love—promise."
"It is a harsh request, Eugene, and I do not think I will grant you so complete a monopoly of thought;" answered Madeline, playfully, yet half in earnest.
"Madeline," said Aram, with a deep solemnity of manner, "I ask a request on which my very love for you depends.
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Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer Eugene Aram — Book 3, Chapter IX.

Oh, Madeline! methinks there is nothing under Heaven like the feeling which puts us apart from all that agitates, and fevers, and degrades the herd of men; which grants us to control the tenour of our future life, because it annihilates our dependence upon others, and, while the rest of earth are hurried on, blind and unconscious, by the hand of Fate, leaves us the sole lords of our destiny; and able, from the Past, which we have governed, to become the Prophets of our Future!"
At this moment Madeline uttered a faint shriek, and clung trembling to Aram's arm.
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Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer Eugene Aram — Book 3, Chapter IX.

The poets tell you, and rightly, that solitude is the fit sphere for love; but how few are the lovers whom solitude does not fatigue! they rush into retirement, with souls unprepared for its stern joys and its unvarying tranquillity: they weary of each other, because the solitude itself to which they fled, palls upon and oppresses them.
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