“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever. 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. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than the woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.”

– Persuasion, Jane Austen

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