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My God! If you knew what it's been like--to be near you, with you, constantly, and yet to feel that you were as far removed from me as the sun itself.

Diana--beloved--can't you trust me over this one thing?
Isn't your love strong enough for that ?" She turned on him passionately.
"Oh, you are unfair to me--cruelly unfair! You ask me to trust you! And your very asking implies that you cannot trust _me_!" There was bitter anger in her voice.
"I know it looks like that," he said wearily.