You can believe me or not; as you will.

I did it." "You are dreaming," the Wanderer repeated, wondering whether she were not out of her mind.
"I did it.

I said to myself that if I could destroy your old love, root it out from your heart and from your memory and make you as one who had never loved at all, then you would love me as you had once loved her, with your whole free soul.

I said that I was beautiful--it is true, is it not?
And young I am, and I loved as no woman ever loved.

And I said that it was enough, and that soon you would love me, too.