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"
It
will
sting
--
it
will
taste
bitter
,
sir
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
?
--
you
never
tried
it
.
How
very
serious
--
how
very
solemn
you
look
:
and
you
are
as
ignorant
of
the
matter
as
this
cameo
head
"
(
taking
one
from
the
mantelpiece
)
.
"
You
have
no
right
to
preach
to
me
,
you
neophyte
,
that
have
not
passed
the
porch
of
life
,
and
are
absolutely
unacquainted
with
its
mysteries
.
"
"
I
only
remind
you
of
your
own
words
,
sir
:
you
said
error
brought
remorse
,
and
you
pronounced
remorse
the
poison
of
existence
.
"
"
And
who
talks
of
error
now
?
I
scarcely
think
the
notion
that
flittered
across
my
brain
was
an
error
.
I
believe
it
was
an
inspiration
rather
than
a
temptation
:
it
was
very
genial
,
very
soothing
--
I
know
that
.
Here
it
comes
again
!
It
is
no
devil
,
I
assure
you
;
or
if
it
be
,
it
has
put
on
the
robes
of
an
angel
of
light
.
I
think
I
must
admit
so
fair
a
guest
when
it
asks
entrance
to
my
heart
.
"
"
Distrust
it
,
sir
;
it
is
not
a
true
angel
.
"
"
Once
more
,
how
do
you
know
?
By
what
instinct
do
you
pretend
to
distinguish
between
a
fallen
seraph
of
the
abyss
and
a
messenger
from
the
eternal
throne
--
between
a
guide
and
a
seducer
?
"
"
I
judged
by
your
countenance
,
sir
,
which
was
troubled
when
you
said
the
suggestion
had
returned
upon
you
.
I
feel
sure
it
will
work
you
more
misery
if
you
listen
to
it
.
"
"
Not
at
all
--
it
bears
the
most
gracious
message
in
the
world
:
for
the
rest
,
you
are
not
my
conscience-keeper
,
so
do
n't
make
yourself
uneasy
.
Here
,
come
in
,
bonny
wanderer
!
"
He
said
this
as
if
he
spoke
to
a
vision
,
viewless
to
any
eye
but
his
own
;
then
,
folding
his
arms
,
which
he
had
half
extended
,
on
his
chest
,
he
seemed
to
enclose
in
their
embrace
the
invisible
being
.
"
Now
,
"
he
continued
,
again
addressing
me
,
"
I
have
received
the
pilgrim
--
a
disguised
deity
,
as
I
verily
believe
.
Already
it
has
done
me
good
:
my
heart
was
a
sort
of
charnel
;
it
will
now
be
a
shrine
.
"
