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but, then, i once knew a young lady of the old "romantic" generation who, after several years of secret love for a gentleman whom, please note, she could have peacefully married at any moment she chose, invented insurmountable obstacles for herself, and one stormy night, jumped from a steep, rather cliff-like bank into a fairly deep, rapid river and drowned, all because she fancied herself an ophelia out of shakespeare. indeed, if the bank, on which she had had her eye for a long time, had been less picturesque, or had there simply been a flat bank, it is conceivable that the suicide would never have taken place at all.