I can never experience the illusion of love again.

I have suffered too deeply." "I do not wish you to experience the _illusion_ of love again," he replied.

"But my hope is that the devotion of my life may enable you to experience the true and tender _reality_" He placed his hand gently and timidly upon hers as he spoke, and looked in her face earnestly.
Without raising her eyes she said, "I suppose you are aware that my mother was a slave, and that her daughters inherited her misfortune." "I am aware of it," he replied.

"But that only makes me ashamed of my country, not of her or of them.

Do not, I pray you, pain yourself or me by alluding to any of the unfortunate circumstances of your past life, with the idea that they can depreciate your value in my estimation.