I sometimes think, that if I had to live my life once more, I might amend this fault--not so much, I discover when I search my mind, for the love of what is right, as for my own sake.

But even when I make these better resolutions, I instinctively recoil from the idea of suffering again what I have undergone; and in this circumstance I find the unwelcome assurance that I should still be the same man, though I could cancel the past, and begin anew, with its experience to guide me.' 'Nay, you make too sure of that,' said Edward.
'You think so,' Mr Haredale answered, 'and I am glad you do.

I know myself better, and therefore distrust myself more.

Let us leave this subject for another--not so far removed from it as it might, at first sight, seem to be.

Sir, you still love my niece, and she is still attached to you.' 'I have that assurance from her own lips,' said Edward, 'and you know--I am sure you know--that I would not exchange it for any blessing life could yield me.' 'You are frank, honourable, and disinterested,' said Mr Haredale; 'you have forced the conviction that you are so, even on my once-jaundiced mind, and I believe you.