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The gossip of his fellow-students which strove to render the flat life of the college significant at any cost loved to think of him as a young fenian.
You have loved yourself; let your old love speak for me!"
This, then, to be separated for ever from its greatest good, from God, and to feel the anguish of that separation, knowing full well that it is unchangeable: this is the greatest torment which the created soul is capable of bearing, _pœna damni_, the pain of loss.
When he was left alone, this strange being took up a candle, went to a glass that hung against the wall, and surveyed himself minutely in it.
