I am unwilling that you should leave this country with those sentiments you now entertain of me, unaltered, yet I cannot imagine any form of words of sufficient magic to change them.

Oh! if you knew how much I am to be pitied; if you could look for one moment into this lonely and blighted heart; if you could trace, step by step, the progress I have made in folly and sin, you would see how much of what you now condemn and despise, I have owed to circumstances, rather than to the vice of my disposition.

I was born a beauty, educated a beauty, owed fame, rank, power to beauty; and it is to the advantages I have derived from person that I owe the ruin of my mind.

You have seen how much I now derive from art I loathe myself as I write that sentence; but no matter: from that moment you loathed me too.

You did not take into consideration, that I had been living on excitement all my youth, and that in my maturer years I could not relinquish it.