Dear Charley, dearest Charley, I love you with all my heart--I do not know how it came so; I believe I have always loved you since I first knew you; I used to think it was because you saved my life; but I know it was not that.

I was so glad it was you that came to me in the water, and not Harry; so that I know I loved you before that.' 'Dear Katie, you have not loved me, or thought of me, more than I have loved and thought of you.' 'Ah, Charley,' she said, smiling in her sad sweet way--'I don't think you know how a girl can love; you have so many things to think of, so much to amuse you up in London; you don't know what it is to think of one person for days and days, and nights and nights together.

That is the way I have thought of you, I don't think there can be any harm,' she continued, 'in loving a person as I have loved you.

Indeed, how could I help it?
I did not love you on purpose.

But I think I should be wrong to die without telling you.