THE PROSPECT (a chapter of misery)

for the time, the maze stood like night round her little table
yet my dear fellow is slightly discussed

beneath the consideration, the distance was like a thunder-cloud
her sudden elevation is wholly wrapped

to tell is to go
to be is to Thank heaven

might we become the culprit prepared for the person?

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