Gelett Burgess,
The Visionists — Chapter VII
(1905)
“ I have no pride, no honor, no constancy left. To think of you for an instant proves me unfaithful and unworthy of the other, but to cling to the other must prove that my first, fresh, dewy morning of love was false and has died. I can't bear it. No matter which way I turn I am false and untrue! I have prided myself on my steadfastness of purpose, my strength of feeling, my abandon, my wholeness of emotion, and now I am weaker than the merest dabbler in sensations." Lord Felvex took her hand in both his. "Don't say that, Nomé," he pleaded. ”
