I cannot take her.

Something stronger than my passion opposes an adamantine barrier.

I love her with my soul as well as with my body, and my soul cries out for the soul that the Almighty forgot when endowing her with entity.
This evening a letter from the Editor of The Quarterly Review.

It would give him great pleasure if I would contribute a Renaissance article, taking as my text a German, a Russian, and an English attempt to whitewash the Borgia family.

Six months ago the compliment would have filled me with gratification.