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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.