Henry Mackenzie,
The Man of Feeling
“ Harley had by this time some power of utterance. “Sir,” said he, “if you will be a moment calm—”“Infamous coward!” interrupted the other, “dost thou preach calmness to wrongs like mine!”He drew his sword.“Sir,” said Harley, “let me tell you”—the blood ran quicker to his cheek, his pulse beat one, no more, and regained the temperament of humanity—“you are deceived, sir,” said he, “you are much deceived; but I forgive suspicions which your misfortunes have justified: I would not wrong you, upon my soul I would not, for the dearest gratification of a thousand worlds; my heart bleeds for you!” ”

