'...Two sentences had been passed on Juliana: one on her heart: one on her body: "Thou art not loved"; and "Thou must die." The frail passion of her struggle against her destiny was over with her. Quiet as that quiet which Nature was taking her to, her body reposed. Calm as the solitary night-light before her open eyes, her spirit was wasting away. "If I am not loved, then let me die!" In such a sense she bowed to her fate.'
from Evan Harrington by George Meredith (Chapter XLII)
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