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I loved him till he loved me no more his is gone by Caprice, or Satiety, --mine is gone by a sad necessity of not loving what [[underline]] has ceased [[/underline]] to love me;-- The sad consequences of this sort of progressive calamity are seldom perceived till they ripen into a fatal maturity.-- Hope is always present to our minds while danger is stealing imperceptibly upon us. day after day succeeds without bringing to notice any sufficient variation of circumstances to Excite our active Exertions--We Judge of our real situation not by its real character
