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He forgot that love, which is a madness, and a scourge, and a fever, and a delusion, and a snare, is also a mystery, and very imperfectly understood by everyone except the individual sufferer who writhes under its tortures.

— Mary Elizabeth Braddon Lady Audley's Secret (1862)

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You can make no excuse for his love, that fatal irresistible passion, which outweighs truth and honour when they are set in the opposite scale.

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A woman's love is such a capricious thing, and so often bestowed upon the least deserving amongst those who seek it.

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I consider any man a fool who allows himself to be captivated by a pretty face.

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Miss Lucy Graham was blessed with that magic power of fascination, by which a woman can charm with a word or intoxicate with a smile.

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Do you think I will suffer myself to be baffled?

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