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Chapter XIV

           "Repentanceissaidtobeitscure,sir." 

           "Itisnotitscure.Reformationmaybeitscure;andIcouldreformIhavestrengthyetforthatifbutwhereistheuseofthinkingofit,hampered,burdened,cursedasIam? Besides,sincehappinessisirrevocablydeniedme,Ihavearighttogetpleasureoutoflife:andIwillgetit,costwhatitmay." 

           "Thenyouwilldegeneratestillmore,sir." 

           "Possibly:yetwhyshouldI,ifIcangetsweet,freshpleasure?AndImaygetitassweetandfreshasthewildhoneythebeegathersonthemoor." 

           "Itwillstingitwilltastebitter,sir." 

           "Howdoyouknow?younevertriedit. Howveryserioushowverysolemnyoulook:andyouareasignorantofthematterasthiscameohead"(takingonefromthemantelpiece). "Youhavenorighttopreachtome,youneophyte,thathavenotpassedtheporchoflife,andareabsolutelyunacquaintedwithitsmysteries." 

           "Ionlyremindyouofyourownwords,sir:yousaiderrorbroughtremorse,andyoupronouncedremorsethepoisonofexistence." 

           "Andwhotalksoferrornow?Iscarcelythinkthenotionthatflitteredacrossmybrainwasanerror. Ibelieveitwasaninspirationratherthanatemptation:itwasverygenial,verysoothingIknowthat. Hereitcomesagain!Itisnodevil,Iassureyou;orifitbe,ithasputontherobesofanangeloflight. IthinkImustadmitsofairaguestwhenitasksentrancetomyheart." 

           "Distrustit,sir;itisnotatrueangel." 

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