MY BRIDE! WHAT BRIDE? I HAVE NO BRIDE!

TO LIVE, FOR ME, JANE, IS TO STAND ON A CRATER-CRUST WHICH MAY CRACK AND SPUE FIRE ANY DAY.
BIGAMY IS AN UGLY WORD!—I MEANT, HOWEVER, TO BE A BIGAMIST; BUT FATE HAS OUT-MANOUEUVRED ME, OR PROVIDENCE HAS CHECKED ME,—PERHAPS THE LAST. I AM LITTLE BETTER THAN A DEVIL AT THIS MOMENT; AND, AS MY PASTOR THERE WOULD TELL ME, DESERVE NO DOUBT THE STERNEST JUDGMENTS OF GOD, EVEN TO THE QUENCHLESS FIRE AND DEATHLESS WORM.

BIGAMY IS AN UGLY WORD!—I MEANT, HOWEVER, TO BE A BIGAMIST; BUT FATE HAS OUT-MANOUEUVRED ME, OR PROVIDENCE HAS CHECKED ME,—PERHAPS THE LAST. I AM LITTLE BETTER THAN A DEVIL AT THIS MOMENT; AND, AS MY PASTOR THERE WOULD TELL ME, DESERVE NO DOUBT THE STERNEST JUDGMENTS OF GOD, EVEN TO THE QUENCHLESS FIRE AND DEATHLESS WORM.

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