O Stephen, my darling, I do implore you not to do this great wrong.

You will certainly come to see, sooner or later, that it was a dishonest act; and then it will be too late to undo it.

If I thought that by talking with you I could make you see it as I do, I would come to you at once.

But I keep clinging to the hope that you will see it of yourself, that a sudden realization of it will burst upon you like a great light.

Don't speak so angrily to me of calling you a thief.