That is sentimentality for beardless boys.

Every one not a mere child (and you are not a child, except in years) knows what love between a man and a woman means.

I love you with that love.

I should not have believed it possible that I could have brought myself twice to ask of any woman to be my wife, more especially one without wealth, without position, and who--" "Yes--go on.

Do not grow sorry for me.