{"id":"01KG8AMZ28PTY6KTPRAMZYA0A9","cid":"bafkreigaxnbhmefm4i67ublnamuzoeo2bfc545gujrf5w3edj6fu7okg3u","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":1666,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:52.918Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","start_line":1603,"text":"Venus' transit now;--lo! a new planet there;--and behind all, an\r\ninfinite starry nebulousness, as if thy being were backgrounded by some\r\nspangled vail of mystery.\"\r\n\r\nIs Lucy deaf to all these ravings of his lyric love? Why looks she down,\r\nand vibrates so; and why now from her over-charged lids, drops such warm\r\ndrops as these? No joy now in Lucy's eyes, and seeming tremor on her\r\nlips.\r\n\r\n\"Ah! thou too ardent and impetuous Pierre!\"\r\n\r\n\"Nay, thou too moist and changeful April! know'st thou not, that the\r\nmoist and changeful April is followed by the glad, assured, and\r\nshowerless joy of June? And this, Lucy, this day should be thy June,\r\neven as it is the earth's?\"\r\n\r\n\"Ah Pierre! not June to me. But say, are not the sweets of June made\r\nsweet by the April tears?\"\r\n\r\n\"Ay, love! but here fall more drops,--more and more;--these showers are\r\nlonger than beseem the April, and pertain not to the June.\"\r\n\r\n\"June! June!--thou bride's month of the summer,--following the spring's\r\nsweet courtship of the earth,--my June, my June is yet to come!\"\r\n\r\n\"Oh! yet to come, but fixedly decreed;--good as come, and better.\"\r\n\r\n\"Then no flower that, in the bud, the April showers have nurtured; no\r\nsuch flower may untimely perish, ere the June unfolds it? Ye will not\r\nswear that, Pierre?\"\r\n\r\n\"The audacious immortalities of divinest love are in me; and I now swear\r\nto thee all the immutable eternities of joyfulness, that ever woman\r\ndreamed of, in this dream-house of the earth. A god decrees to thee\r\nunchangeable felicity; and to me, the unchallenged possession of thee\r\nand them, for my inalienable fief.--Do I rave? Look on me, Lucy; think\r\non me, girl.\"\r\n\r\n\"Thou art young, and beautiful, and strong; and a joyful manliness\r\ninvests thee, Pierre; and thy intrepid heart never yet felt the touch of\r\nfear;--But--\"\r\n\r\n\"But what?\"\r\n\r\n\"Ah, my best Pierre!\"\r\n\r\n\"With kisses I will suck thy secret from thy cheek!--but what?\"\r\n\r\n\"Let us hie homeward, Pierre. Some nameless sadness, faintness,\r\nstrangely comes to me. Foretaste I feel of endless dreariness. Tell me\r\nonce more the story of that face, Pierre,--that mysterious, haunting\r\nface, which thou once told'st me, thou didst thrice vainly try to shun.\r\nBlue is the sky, oh, bland the air, Pierre;--but--tell me the story of\r\nthe face,--the dark-eyed, lustrous, imploring, mournful face, that so\r\nmystically paled, and shrunk at thine. Ah, Pierre, sometimes I have\r\nthought,--never will I wed with my best Pierre, until the riddle of that\r\nface be known. Tell me, tell me, Pierre;--as a fixed basilisk, with eyes\r\nof steady, flaming mournfulness, that face this instant fastens me.\"\r\n\r\n\"Bewitched! bewitched!--Cursed be the hour I acted on the thought, that\r\nLove hath no reserves. Never should I have told thee the story of that\r\nface, Lucy. I have bared myself too much to thee. Oh, never should Love\r\nknow all!\"\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AKJA99569TQFJXNGRMNBP","peer_type":"section","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AMZ1X2B5ASDX4G0ANWPK5","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AMZ28ENQMFXT7BVPZ34NR","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:54.344Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:03.469Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}