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Think of this, dear Robert, for it kills me to see you so miserable.

Dear! you call me dear, only because you pity me.

I call thee dear, because—becauseOut on thee, Robert Kennedy! hast thou no more generosity than this? (Bursting into tears.)

O forgive me, forgive me! I have treated thee ungenerously and unjustly: forgive me, my own sweet girl!

I will not only forgive thee, but tell thee every thing when I am at liberty to do so. Let us now separate; I have need of rest.