But you cannot know how much I love you.

I myself don't know.

John, I seem to have turned all to love.

'However much there is of me, that much there is of love for you.

As the salt is in every drop of the sea, so love is in every part of my being; but John," she continued, drooping her head and speaking regretfully, "the salt in the sea is not unmixed with many things hurtful." Her face blushed with shame and she continued limpingly: "And my love is not--is not without evil.