You would not walk four miles in wet weather to get a rose from her; but if she did present you with a rose, you would not wittingly drop it down an area.

In short, you have all but lost your heart.

To this I reply simply, love is not a process, it is an event.
You may unconsciously be on the brink of it, when all at once the ground gives way beneath you, and in you go.

The difference between love and not-love, if I may be allowed the word, being so wide, my inquiry should produce decisive results.

On the whole, therefore, and in the absence of direct proof to the contrary, I believe that the passion of love does possess me.
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This is the simplest question of the four.