Chapter 1784 of 1964 · 63 words · ~1 min read

LIV.

It was not envy--Adeline had none; Her place was far beyond it, and her mind: It was not scorn--which could not light on one Whose greatest _fault_ was leaving few to find: It was not jealousy, I think--but shun Following the _ignes fatui_ of Mankind: It was not----but 't is easier far, alas! To say what it was _not_ than what it was.