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neither him nor you. I am a poor sick, forsaken being, and
my earthly existence is only a slow death. Now if Heaven sends me a
few souls who understand me, or love me, as the Hofrath calls it, why
then should it disturb their joy or mine? I had been reading my
favorite poet, the old Wordsworth, when the Hofrath made his
acknowledgment, and I said: 'My dear Hofrath, we have so many thoughts
and so few words that we must express many thoughts in every word. Now
if one who does not know us understood that our young friend loved me,
or I him, in such manner as we suppose Romeo loved Juliet and Juliet
Romeo, you would be entirely right in saying it should not be so. But
is it not true that you love me also, my old Hofrath, and that I love
you, and have loved you for many years? And has it not sometimes
occurred to you that I have neither been past remedy nor unhappy on
that account? Yes, my dear Hofrath, I will tell you still more--I
believe you have an unfortunate love for me, and are jealous of our
young friend. Do you not come every morning and inquire how I am, even
when you know I am very well? Do you not bring me the finest flowers
from your garden? Did you not oblige me to send you my portrait,
and--perhaps I ought not to disclose it--did you not come to my room
last Sunday and think I was asleep? I was really sleeping--at least I
could not stir myself. I saw you sitting at my bedside for a long
time, your eyes steadfastly fixed upon me, and I felt your glances
playing upon my face like sunbeams. At last your eyes grew weary, and
I perceived the great tears falling from them. You held your face in
your hands, and loudly sobbed: Marie, Marie! Ah, my dear Hofrath, our
young friend has never done that, and yet you have sent him away.' As
I thus talked with him, half in jest and half in earnest, as I always
speak, I perceived that I had hurt the old man's feelings. He became
perfectly silent, and blushed like a child. Then I took the volume of
Wordsworth's poems which

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