So you see--don't you?
And won't you take me for what I am ?--and as I am ?--a girl--still young, devoted to you with all her soul--happy with you, believing implicitly in you, deeply, deeply sensible of your goodness and sweetness and loyalty to her.

I am not a woman; I was a fool to say so.

But you--you are so overwhelmingly a man that if it were in me to love--in that way--it would be you!.

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