I was formed to love; for one whom I did love I could have made every sacrifice.

I married a man I hated, and I only learnt the depths of my heart when it was too late.
"Enough of this; you will leave this country; we shall never meet again--never! You may return to Paris, but I shall then be no more; n'importe--I shall be unchanged to the last.

Je mourrai en reine.
"As a latest pledge of what I have felt for you, I send you the enclosed chain and ring; as a latest favour, I request you to wear them for six months, and, above all, for two hours in the Tuileries tomorrow.

You will laugh at this request: it seems idle and romantic--perhaps it is so.

Love has many exaggerations in sentiment, which reason would despise.