We Do Not Suffer By

In Vain Have I Struggled. It Will Not Do. My Feelings Will Not Be Repressed. You Must Allow Me To Tell You How Ardently I Admire And Love You.

Where So Many Hours Have Been Spent In Convincing Myself That I Am Right, Is There Not Some Reason To Fear I May Be Wrong?

And Now I May Dismiss My Heroine To The Sleepless Couch, Which Is The True Heroine's Portion - To A Pillow Strewed With Thorns And Wet With Tears. And Lucky May She Think Herself, If She Get Another Good Night's Rest In The Course Of The Next Three Months.

Eleanor Went To Her Room "where She Was Free To Think And Be Wretched.

And Sometimes I Have Kept My Feelings To Myself, Because I Could Find No Language To Describe Them In.