Chapter 23

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠Viola. And dost thou love me?

Lysander.... Love thee, Viola? Do I not fly thee when my being drinks Light from thine eyes?—that flight is all my answer!

The Bride, Act ii. sc. 1.

The curtain meditations of the squire had not been without the produce of a resolve. His warm heart at once reopened to the liking he had formerly conceived for Clifford; he longed for an opportunity to atone for his past un