But The Future Must Be Met, However

He Almost Said To Himself That He Did Not Like Her, Before Their Conversation Ended; He Tried So Hard To Compensate Himself For The Mortified Feeling, That While He Looked Upon Her With An Admiration He Could Not Repress, She Looked At Him With Proud Indifference, Taking Him, He Thought, For What, In His Irritation, He Told Himself - Was A Great Fellow, With Not A Grace Or A Refinement About Him.

He Could Remember All About It Now; The Pitiful Figure He Must Have Cut; The Absurd Way In Which He Had Gone And Done The Very Thing He Had So Often Agreed With Himself In Thinking Would Be The Most Foolish Thing In The World; And Had Met With Exactly The Consequences Which, In These Wise Moods, He Had Always Foretold Were Certain To Follow, If He Ever Did Make Such A Fool Of Himself.

But The Cloud Never Comes In That Quarter Of The Horizon From Which We Watch For It.

Oh, My Margaret--my Margaret! No One Can Tell What You Are To Me! Dead--cold As You Lie There You Are The Only Woman I Ever Loved! Oh, Margaret--margaret!

..still To Have Loved Her Without Return Would Have Lifted You Higher Than All Those, Be They Who They May, That Have Ever Known Her To Love.