On my knees I have asked forgiveness of my heavenly Father.

With my arms round your neck, and your heart next mine, I ask forgiveness of you.

Try not to think less of me for the indulgence of a too selfish and exacting spirit, but remember me as the poor little cripple, who for years found her brother's arm her strength and her stay, and learned to look up to him as the representative of Providence, as the protecting angel of her life.

Only make him happy, my own dear sister, and I will yield him, not to your stronger, but your equal love.
His only fault is loving you too well, in depreciating too much his own transcendent powers.

You cannot help being happy with _him_, with a being so noble and refined.