Chapter 28 TWO OR ONE.

How all the other passions fleet to air,

As doubtful thoughts and rash embrac'd despair,

And shuddering fear, and green-ey'd jealousy.

O love, be moderate; allay thy ecstasy.

-MER. OF VENICE.

I had finished it; the last line had been read, and I sat in a maze of astonishment and awe. What my thoughts were, what my judgment upon this