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The books—the generous friends who met me without suspicion—the merciful masters who never used me ill! The only years of my life that I can look back...more

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Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and...more

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I dread the beginning of her new life more than words can tell, but I see some hope for her if she travels - none if she remains at home.

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The explanation has been written already in the three words that were many enough, and plain enough, for my confession. I loved her.