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NOVEMBER 21.

She does not feel, she does not know, that she is preparing a poison which will

destroy  us  both;  and  I  drink  deeply  of  the  draught  which  is  to  prove  my

destruction. What mean those looks of kindness with which she often — often?

no, not often, but sometimes, regards me, that complacency with which she hears

the  involuntary  sentiments  which  frequently  escape  me,  and  the  tender  pity  for

my sufferings which appears in her countenance?

Yesterday,  when  I  took  leave  she  seized  me  by  the  hand,  and  said,  “Adieu,

dear Werther.” Dear Werther! It was the first time she ever called me dear: the

sound sunk deep into my heart. I have repeated it a hundred times; and last night,

on going to bed, and talking to myself of various things, I suddenly said, “Good

night, dear Werther!” and then could not but laugh at myself.