Both these things have happened to me, and there is no choice left me but to fly in the night.

Of course I had expected you to fall in love with me, and had fancied you so much, after seeing you the first time, as to feel that it would be very fine to have you for a lover, and even for a husband.

But that was not really love at all.

I think if you could understand even a little what dismay came over me when I first realized that my heart was yours, you would almost pity me.

After that, to deceive you was torture to me, and yet, to tell you the truth would have been to make you loathe me like a snake.