by William Hazlitt (Author)
Excerpt: ...I am choked, withered, dried up with chagrin, remorse, despair, from which I have not a moment's respite, day or night. I have always some horrid dream about her, and wake wondering what is the matter that "she is no longer the same to me as ever?" I thought at least we should always remain dear friends, if nothing more
Number of Pages: 70
Dimensions: 0.17 x 9 x 6 IN
Publication Date: November 17, 2012