Hearts of the missing by carol potenza5/15/2023 ![]() ![]() A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never. I must go, uncertain of my fate but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. ![]() Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. ![]()
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