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Portrait of W. H. Mallock W. H. Mallock The New Paul and Virginia; Or, Positivism on an Island

What shall we do if one half of Humanity has no feeling of honour?'
'Oh!' said Virginia, 'it was all for the love of truth—of solemn and holy truth. I sacrificed every other feeling for that. But I have not told you my truth yet; and I am determined you shall hear it, or I must still remain in my sins. Paul, I am a married woman; and I discover, in spite of that, that I have fallen in love with you. My husband, it is true, is far away; and whatever we do, he could never possibly be the wiser.
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Portrait of W. H. Mallock W. H. Mallock The New Paul and Virginia; Or, Positivism on an Island

This so alarmed Virginia that she incontinently followed the Professor into the cutter, to keep an eye on her property; but she did not forget to stop her ears with her fingers, that she might not be guilty of listening to an unsurpliced minister.
The Professor took up the thread of his discourse just where he had broken it off. Every circumstance favoured him. The calm sea was sparkling under the gentlest breeze; all Nature seemed suffused with gladness; and at two miles' distance was an enchanting island, green with every kind of foliage, and glowing with the hues of a thousand flowers.
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Portrait of W. H. Mallock W. H. Mallock The New Paul and Virginia; Or, Positivism on an Island

I have been thinking of you and longing for you the whole time you have been away.'
'What!' cried Paul, 'and how have you been able to forego the pleasures of the intellect?'
'I have deserted them,' cried Virginia, 'for the pleasures of the imagination, which I gathered from you were also very ennobling. And I found they were so; for I have been imagining that you loved me. Why is the reality less ennobling than the imagination? Paul, you shall love me; I will force you to love me. It will make us both so happy: we shall never go to hell for it
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