My own heart would have told me, This is one in whom you may eternally trust, for she risked the forfeiture of your love in order that truth might be unsullied.
How can I confide in one who values the esteem of man more than the approval of her own conscience?
You have said her love was a palliation.

No, you are wrong; it is an aggravation of her fault.

She should have loved me too well to suffer me to discover by chance what should have been disclosed in confidence.

Mary, her love is not greater than mine.

None know how I have cherished her memory--how I have kept her loved image in my heart during our long separation.