Over the meeting of the lovers I draw a veil. The burst of rapture with which they clasped each other in a wild embrace – the many inquiries – the fond regrets and thrilling hopes – it is out of my power to convey. Let me, therefore, leave them to their happiness.

-George Henry Lewes

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