Now, will you not pardon me ?" She was a little in the shadow, and he, on his knees in the full moonlight, could not see that she had grown very pale in her tender repentance, and was too touched by his story to be able to speak.

He thought that she was still insensible to his pleadings, and he joined his hands together most beseechingly.
"All my interest in you commenced long ago.

It was one night when I saw you for the first time, here at your window.

You were only a vague, white shadow; I could scarcely distinguish one of your features, yet I saw you and imagined you just as you are in reality.

But I was timid and afraid, so for several days I wandered about here, never daring to try to meet you in the open day.