If He Were Insane, However, His Was

Say Whatever Your Memory Suggests Is True; But Add Nothing And Exaggerate Nothing.

I Am Not An Angel," I Asserted; "and I Will Not Be One Till I Die: I Will Be Myself.

I Could Not Help It: The Restlessness Was In My Nature; It Agitated Me To Pain Sometimes.

He Turned Away; He Threw Himself On His Face On The Sofa. 'oh, Jane! My Hope - My Love - My Life!' Broke In Anguish From His Lips.

For I Too Liked Reading, Thought Of A Frivolous And Childish Kind; I Could Not Digest Or Comprehend The Serious Or Substantial.