Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid.
Le Bonheur e tait ma fatalite , mon remords, mon ver: ma vie serait toujours trop immense pour e" tre de voue e a' la force et a' la beaute . Happiness was my fate, my remorse, my worm: my life would always be too large to be dedicated to force and to beauty.
This minx, of course, Is as sharp as any lynx and blackerdeeper than the drinks and quite as Hot as any hottentot, without remorse!
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