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...nameless, Unknown To Me As You Were, I Couldn't Forget Your Voice!' 'for How Long?' 'o - Ever So Long. Days And Days.' 'days And Days! Only Days And Days? O, The Heart Of A Man! Days And Days!' 'but, My Dear Madam, I Had Not Known You More Than A Day Or Two. It Was Not A Full-blown Love - It Was The Merest Bud - Red, Fresh, Vivid, But Small. It Was A Colossal Passion In Embryo. It Never Returned.

This Good Fellowship - Camaraderie - Usually Occurring Through The Similarity Of Pursuits Is Unfortunately Seldom Super-added To Love Between The Sexes, Because Men And Women Associate, Not In Their Labors But In Their Pleasures Merely. Where, However, Happy Circumstances Permit Its Development, The Compounded Feeling Proves Itself To Be The Only Love Which Is Strong As Death - That Love Which Many Waters Cannot Quench, Nor The Floods Drown, Besides Which The Passion Usually Called By The Name Is As Evanescent As Steam.

You Overrate My Capacity Of Love. I Don't Posess Half The Warmth Of Nature You Believe Me To Have. An Unprotected Childhood In A Cold World Has Beaten Gentleness Out Of Me.

I May Do Some Good Before I Am Dead--be A Sort Of Success As A Frightful Example Of What Not To Do; And So Illustrate A Moral Story.

Indifference To Fate Which, Though It Often Makes A Villain Of A Man, Is The Basis Of His Sublimity When It Does Not.