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"
No
!
only
mystified
.
I
can
not
comprehend
you
.
Perhaps
I
never
shall
!
"
"
'
Tis
very
simple
--
the
resolve
I
have
taken
.
I
know
you
will
forgive
me
,
when
I
make
it
known
to
you
.
"
"
Forgive
you
,
Maurice
!
For
what
do
you
ask
forgiveness
?
"
"
For
keeping
it
a
secret
from
you
,
that
--
that
I
am
not
what
I
seem
.
"
"
God
forbid
you
should
be
otherwise
than
what
you
seem
to
me
--
noble
,
grand
,
beautiful
,
rare
among
men
!
Oh
,
Maurice
!
you
know
not
how
I
esteem
--
how
I
love
you
!
"
"
Not
more
than
I
esteem
and
love
you
.
It
is
that
very
esteem
that
now
counsels
me
to
a
separation
.
"
"
A
separation
?
"
"
Yes
,
love
;
but
it
is
to
be
hoped
only
for
a
short
time
.
"
"
How
long
?
"
"
While
a
steamer
can
cross
the
Atlantic
,
and
return
.
"
