And yet she will not think hard of me.

She could not think hard of any one, and I am sure I love her dearly, and always shall.
"Oh, Paul, my darling, do not despise me utterly! My love was pure; it was as pure as any one's could be, though I have been so bad.

I think my heart was breaking when you found me crying on the piazza to-night.

It was not only that I must leave you, and never look on your face again, but that I must give over my memory to your scorn and loathing.

When you took me in your arms and comforted me, my resolution all gave way, and I felt that I would not, could not, go.