Remembering the directions
of La Masque, and feeling intensely curious, he cautiously knelt
down, and examined the loose flagstones until he found one he
could raise; he pushed it partly aside, and, lying flat on the
stones, with his face to the aperture, Sir Norman beheld a most
wonderful sight.
CHAPTER VI.
"Love is like a dizziness," says the old song. Love is something
else - it is the most selfish feeling in existence. Of course, I
don't allude to the fraternal or the friendly, or any other such
nonsensical old-fashioned trash that artless people still believe
in, but to the real genuine article that Adam felt for Eve when
he first saw her, and which all who read this - above the
innocent and unsusceptible age of twelve - have experienced. And
the fancy and the reality are so much alike, that they amount to
about the same thing. The former perhaps, may be a little
short-lived; but it is just as disagreeable a sensation while it
lasts as its more enduring sister. Love is said to be blind, and
it also has a very injurious effect on the eyesight of its
victims - an effect that neither spectacles nor oculists can aid
in the slightest degree, making them see whether sleeping or
waking, but one object, and that alone.
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