A fantasy novel by George MacDonald

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A FAERIE ROMANCE.                      173
ments. It were indeed a joy too great, to lay my head on thy bosom and weep to death; for I think thou lovest me, though I do not know ;—but—"
Cosmo rose from his knees.
" I love thee as—nay, I know not what—for since I have loved thee, there is nothing else."
He seized her hand: she withdrew it.
" No, better not; I am in thy power, and there­fore I may not"
She burst into tears, and, kneeling before him in her turn, said—
" Cosmo, if thou lovest me, set me free, even from thyself: break the mirror."
" And shall I see thyself instead?"
" That I cannot tell. I will not deceive thee; we may never meet again."
A fierce struggle arose in Cosmo's bosom. Now she was in his power. She did not dislike him at least; and he could see her when he would. To break the mirror would be to destroy his very life, to banish out of his universe the only glory it pos­sessed. The whole world would be but a prison, if he annihilated the one window that looked into the paradise of love. Not yet pure in love, he hesitated. With a wail of sorrow, the lady rose to her feet.
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