"You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope.
Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.
I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own
than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago.
I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own
than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago.
Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman,
that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant."
that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant."
-Captain Wentworth in a letter to Anne Elliot,
Persuasion, Jane Austen (Vol. 2, Ch. 11)
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