You know I am in love with you. In a sense it alters nothing. In spite of the tumultuous joy which agitated him, the bridegroom could not prevent the intrusion of some saddening thoughts, as he reflected upon the melancholy scene which he had so recently witnessed in the same place. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. But the besetting evil of the place, and that which drew down the severest censures of the writers above-mentioned, was that this spot,—which of all others should have been most free from such intrusion—was made a public exhibition. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind.
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