You will let me write the things which it is not very easy to say.' 'Say what you will, and keep silence on what you will, Emily.

I cannot give so much consequence to these external things.

You and I are living souls, and as such we judge each other.

Shall I fret about the circumstances in which chance has cased your life?
As reasonable if I withdrew my love from you because one day the colour of your glove did not please me.

Time you need.