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I forgive thee! I forgive thee, dear Violet! for so in thy low estate I will call thee still, though thou lovest another as thou hast never loved me.

I love him, full surely, as I cannot love thee, but not to the injury of that affection which has always been thine.

I came not here to upbraid: we will speak of this no more.

Alas, alas! I should speak and think of things far different, yet this lies on my heart as the heaviest load of all. May God forgive me for it!

And he will forgive thee, my dear friend! for such I may and will call thee, since I may not call thee more.

Do, my noble Robert! that is best of all. And, resting in thy mind as a friend, I know—I am confident, that something will happen, when I am gone, that will discover to thee my faithfulness. Death will soon be past, and thou wilt live to be a prosperous gentleman, and wilt