When we first met--let me tell the truth at last!--I felt a malicious pleasure in deceiving you.

After that time, I was surprised to find that you grew on my liking, Can you understand the wickedness that tried to resist you?
It was useless; your good influence has been too strong for me.

Strange, isn't it?
I have lived a life of deceit, among bad people.

What could you expect of me, after that?
I heaped lies on lies--I would have denied that the sun was in the heavens--rather than find myself degraded in your opinion.
Well! that is all over--useless, quite useless now.

Pray don't mistake me.