“...would I, if I could, supplant one of any of the affections that I
know to have taken root in you - that great and solemn one, for
instance. I feel that if I could get myself remade, as if turned to
gold, I WOULD not even then desire to become more than the mere setting
to that diamond you must always wear.
The regard and esteem you now give me, in this letter, and which I press
to my heart and bow my head upon, is all I can take and all too
embarrassing, using all my gratitude.”
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