I begged it of you, and I know you would have granted me even this; or if not, O let me think so!' 'I love you,' I said.
'And yet you have lived in the world,' she said; after a pause, 'you are a man and wise; and I am but a child.

Forgive me, if I seem to teach, who am as ignorant as the trees of the mountain; but those who learn much do but skim the face of knowledge; they seize the laws, they conceive the dignity of the design--the horror of the living fact fades from their memory.

It is we who sit at home with evil who remember, I think, and are warned and pity.

Go, rather, go now, and keep me in mind.

So I shall have a life in the cherished places of your memory: a life as much my own, as that which I lead in this body.' 'I love you,' I said once more; and reaching out my weak hand, took hers, and carried it to my lips, and kissed it.