These are not words to use to you--I know it.

It isn't that I don't respect you, but because I must speak what I feel.

Look--I am worn out with suffering; I feel as if it would take but a little more to kill me, strong man as I am.

You don't think I find a pleasure in coming and facing that look you have?
I don't know that I ever saw the man I couldn't meet, but before you I feel--I can't put it into words, but I feel I should like to hide my face.

Still, I have come, I have followed you here.