human
So, said he, soliloquizing, but not without casting frequent and jealous glances round him, and in a murmur so indistinct as would have been inaudible even to a listener--
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I controlled all the circumstances which made me what I am?
human
Here Aram paused abruptly, and then renewed:
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It is true! I ought to weave my lot with none. Memory sets me apart and alone in the world; it seems unnatural to me, a thought of dread--to bring another being to my solitude, to set an everlasting watch on my uprisings and my downsittings; to invite eyes to my face when I sleep at nights, and ears to every word that may start unbidden from my lips. But if the watch be the watch of love--away! does love endure for ever? He who trusts to woman, trusts to the type of change. Affection may turn to hatred, fondness to loathing, anxiety to dread; and, at the best, woman is weak, she is the minion to her impulses. Enough, I will steel my soul,--shut up the avenues of sense,-- brand with the scathing-iron these yet green and soft emotions of lingering youth,--and freeze and chain and curdle up feeling, and heart, and manhood, into ice and age!