My love for you has conquered every other love and everything that I believed my duty.' 'Is it so, Emily ?' he asked, with deepest tenderness.
'When I tell you all, you will perhaps feel that I have proved my own weakness.

I will conceal from you nothing I have ever thought; you will see that I tried to do what my purest instincts urged, and that I have been unable to persevere to the end.

Wilfrid--' 'My own soul!' 'When I tell you all that happened at that time, I shall indeed speak to you as if your soul and mine were one.

It may be wrong to tell you--you may despise me for not keeping such things a secret for ever.

I cannot tell whether I am right or wrong to do this.