“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach.
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious
feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own, than when
you almost broke it eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman,
that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
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