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Fancy , whose music is not heard by men , whose scenes shift not by mortal hand , as the stage to the present world , art thou to the future and the past ! In faith , I do not love thee with mine eyes . Shakespeare . The next day , at noon , Zanoni visited Viola ; and the next day and the next and again the next , -- days that to her seemed like a special time set apart from the rest of life . And yet he never spoke to her in the language of flattery , and almost of adoration , to which she had been accustomed . Perhaps his very coldness , so gentle as it was , assisted to this mysterious charm . He talked to her much of her past life , and she was scarcely surprised -LRB- she now never thought of TERROR -RRB- to perceive how much of that past seemed known to him .