I could not bear that you should think I did not try.

For I loved you all; you must never doubt me in that, you least of all.

I have always unceasingly loved, but what was my love worth?
and what was I worth?
I had not the manhood of a common clerk, I could not work to earn you; I have lost you now, and for your sake I could be glad of it.

When you first came to my father's house--do you remember those days?
I want you to--you saw the best of me then, all that was good in me.

Do you remember the day I took your hand and would not let it go--and the day on Battersea Bridge, when we were looking at a barge, and I began to tell you one of my silly stories, and broke off to say I loved you?
That was the beginning, and now here is the end.
When you have read this letter, you will go round and kiss them all good-bye, my father and mother, and the children, one by one, and poor uncle; And tell them all to forget me, and forget me yourself.