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tensity to happiness, which gaiety would have weakened. Dacre pressed her to his heart. He called her by the sacred name of wife. She felt an earthly paradise was gained, and she was right; for they had entered upon that garden by the path which brings no poison to destroy its beauty, or dispel its fragrance. They had not been lured and dazzled by some bright, easy road, which leads to gloom and disappointment; but they had struggled through the rugged way which was overshadowed by suffering and sorrow, to burst at once upon that sunny scene of many-coloured beauty. They could taste the happiness of unbounded confidence, and the mutual dependence which springs from mutual love. They could feel the joy, that in all things they were one, save in self love — that was exchanged for the love of each other.