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Portrait of Theodore Winthrop Theodore Winthrop,  Edwin Brothertoft — Part I, Chapter VIII

“ When we dare to stand by him, and say, ‘Liberty or death!’ the man will be a man again, — yes, a better man than the best of us. I long to see his eye kindle, and hear his voice ring again. I love a gentleman, when he is man enough to be free.”
But whoever could have looked into this weary heart would have read there a sadder story than premature decay, a deadlier blight than political enslavement, a crueller and closer wrong than the desertion of comrades.
Wrong! it had come to that, — the final wrong between man and woman, — the catastrophe of the first act of the old, old tragedy.
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Portrait of Theodore Winthrop Theodore Winthrop,  Edwin Brothertoft — Part I, Chapter VIII

“ The world, the oyster, sulked when the young man it had so generously gaped for quite lost his appetite for fat things.
“Shame!” said the indignant Province. “We had unanimously voted Edwin Brothertoft our representative gentleman. He was ardent and visionary, and we forgave him. He was mellifluous, grammatical, ornamental, and we petted him. We were a little plebeian, and needed an utterly brave young aristocrat to carry our oriflamme, and we thrust the staff into his hand. Shame, Brothertoft! you have gulled us. It is the old story, — premature blossom, premature decay. The hare sleeps.
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