My memory will not furnish me with every word and incident that have
passed between us; and if it would such repetition would be tedious.
But I wish you clearly to understand that Mr. Henley has made these
declarations to me: that my mode of acting and my reasons have been
such as I have mentioned; that I am not myself so perfectly satisfied
with these reasons but that I sometimes am subject to recurring doubts;
and that I do at present and while I have thought or sense shall
continue to admire his genius and his virtue.
If what he has said or what I have done be offensive to you, if you
cannot think highly of him and innocently of me, if my thoughts
concerning him can possibly be stained with a criminal tinge in your
eyes, it becomes you, and I now most solemnly call upon you, as a man
disdaining deceit, at once to say so, and here to break off all further
intercourse. Esteem, nay revere him I do and ever must; and instead of
being guilty for this, my principles tell me the crime would be to
esteem and revere him less.
I trust in the frankness of my heart for the proof of its sincerity. My
determination is to have a clear and unspotted conscience. Purity of
mind is a blessing beyond all price; and it is that purity only which
is genuine or of any value. The circumstance I am going to relate may
to you appear strange, and highly reprehensible--Be it so.--It must be
told.
We never had but one conversation in which the subject of marriage, as
it related to him and me, was directly and fairly debated. He then
behaved as he has done always with that sincerity, consistency, and
fortitude, by which he is so peculiarly characterised. A conversation
so interesting, in which a man of such uncommon merit was to be
rejected by a woman who cannot deny him to be her superior, could not
but awaken all the affections of the heart. I own that mine ached in
the discharge of its duties, and nothing but the most rooted
determination to abide by those duties could have steeled it to
refusal--It was a cruel fortitude!
But while it ached it overflowed; and to you more especially than to
any other person upon earth, I think it necessary to say that, at a
moment when the feeling of compassion and the dread of being unjust
were excited most powerfully in my bosom, paradoxical as it may seem,
my zeal to demonstrate the integrity and innocence of my mind induced
me to--kiss him!
I scarcely can proceed----There are sensations almost too strong to be
subdued--The mind with difficulty can endure that mistake, that
contortion, which can wrest guilt out of the most sublime of its
emanations--However, if it were a crime, of that crime I am guilty--I
pretend not to appear other than I am; and what I am it is necessary at
this moment that you should know.
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