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Unhappy being that I am! Why do I thus deceive myself? What is to come of all this wild, aimless, endless passion 去书内
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    He was sometimes unconscious whether he really exist. If in such moments he found no sympathy, and Charlotte did not allow him to enjoy the melancholy consolation of bathing her hand with his tears, he felt compelled to tear himself from her, when he either wandered through the country, climbed some precipitous cliff, or forced a path through the trackless thicket, where he was lacerated and torn by thorns and briers.

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