I feel it once more in the agony I have suffered since you are speaking to me; there is something within me that has never ceased being yours.
That woman has been my aberration.

She has had my madness, my senses, my passion, all the evil instincts of my being....

You have remained my idol, my affection, my religion....

If I lied to you it was because I knew that the day on which you would find out my fault I should see you before me, despairing and implacable as you now are, as I can not bear to have you be.

Ah, judge me, condemn me, curse me; but know, but feel, that in spite of all I have loved you, I still love you." Again he spoke with an enthusiasm which was not feigned.