With his gaunt figure and dilapidated appearance he looked like some ascetic dweller in a wilderness, finding the reward of a self-denying life in a vision of dazzling glory.

He went on in an impassioned murmur-- "And then I would have her all to myself away from her people--all to myself--under my own influence--to fashion--to mould--to adore--to soften--to.

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Oh! Delight! And then--then go away to some distant place where, far from all she knew, I would be all the world to her! All the world to her!" His face changed suddenly.