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“ I am combined by a sacred vow."
RETURNED home, Woodington never appeared so lonely in the eyes of Tremaine. He passed an uneasy evening, and an uneasy morning the next day; could settle to nothing; and went to his library as he generally did, to find comfort, and as he often did, not knowing where to look for it:
His chair, which was what the upholsterers call an Indulgent, (a great deal too indulgent for study) an open Cicero, a Horace, and a Shaftesbury, seemed to invite him to proceed with them where he left off ;