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Two Ways of Love.
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Your Mother, penetrating deeper knew,
And when that terrible misfortune fell
I leaped to help you, and my love made sweet
And precious to me any aid I gave——

Adrienne—
Don't tell me—hush! Oh, hush! I cannot bear—
I never knew—I did not guess, and now—
Since so you love——— (Oh, what a selfish wretch
To trade upon his sheer nobility!
But I am desperate.) Forgive me, Tom,
I am not worth it. Only let me live,
Promise you will not raise a hand to stay
My marriage—promise—promise—promise me!

Tom—
But, Adrienne! Be reasonable. Think!
If you will only free yourself——

Adrienne—And tell
My wretched secret to the world and so
Let Phillip hear it? Oh! what utter fools
Good men can be. I'd rather die to-night
Than let a breath of such publicity
Defile our love——