That was the wickedest part.

And yet, somehow, I deceived myself too--or, rather, I wouldn't see the truth: and I didn't know--papa, I really believe I didn't know that I--loved him, till he--till he began to speak of it; then it seemed suddenly to fill all my heart, as if it had always lived there.

For I succeeded, papa: I've won his love, and, oh! he loves me so! he loves me so! and so I've found my punishment in my happiness.

God is so just and good.

The happier his love makes me, you see, the more I shall be humbled to think how it became mine.