I love you. But what a monster was this Emile. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied. He was like a man beside himself. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me. He was tender with her as he had not been in years. The Well Hole. Let me have more light, that I may behold him.
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