Yet I have never ceased to love him.

I cannot control my heart, but I could my voice, and never since that day have I spoken his name.

I gave him up--not that I would not have gladly married, knowing what he was--because you desired it--because I saw either your heart must break or mine.

I let mine go to please you, and have suffered uncomplainingly, and will so suffer until the end; but I _must_ see him once again.

It will be a pleasure to him to see me once again in his dying hour, and I _must_ go.