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AURORA LEIGH.
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He cannot stand in with two stable feet.
Remember then!—for Art's sake, hold your life.'
We parted so. I held him in respect.
I comprehended what he was in heart
And sacrificial greatness.Ay, but he
Supposed me a thing too small to deign to know:
He blew me, plainly, from the crucible,
As some intruding, interrupting fly
Not worth the pains of his analysis
Absorbed on nobler subjects.Hurt a fly!
He would not for the world: he's pitiful
To flies even.'Sing,' says he, 'and teaze me still,
If that's your way, poor insect.'That's your way!
