For here on the world is neither rest nor happiness; as in
my dream, too often does 'Hope seem to rend her starry robes.'
"I am glad to go from such a world, in which but one happy thing has
found me--the blessing of your love. I am worn out with the weariness
and struggle, and now that I have lost you I long for rest. I do not
know if I sin in what I do; if so, may I be forgiven. If forgiveness is
impossible, so be it! You will forgive me, Geoffrey, and you will always
love me, however wicked I may be; even if, at the last, you go where I
am not, you will remember and love the erring woman to whom, being
so little, you still were all in all. We are not married, Geoffrey,
according to the customs of the world, but two short days hence I shall
celebrate a service that is greater and more solemn than any of the
earth. For Death will be the Priest and that oath which I shall take
will be to all eternity. Who can prophesy of that whereof man has no
sure knowledge? Yet I do believe that in a time to come we shall look
again into each other's eyes, and kiss each other's lips, and be one for
evermore.
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