He May Live In My Memory As

You Deserve A Longer Letter Than This; But It Is My Unhappy Fate Seldom To Treat People So Well As They Deserve.

I Have Not The Pleasure Of Understanding You.

What Do You Know Of My Heart? What Do You Know Of Anything But Your Own Suffering. For Weeks, Marianne, I've Had This Pressing On Me Without Being At Liberty To Speak Of It To A Single Creature. It Was Forced On Me By The Very Person Whose Prior Claims Ruined All My Hope. I Have Endured Her Exultations Again And Again Whilst Knowing Myself To Be Divided From Edward Forever. Believe Me, Marianne, Had I Not Been Bound To Silence I Could Have Provided Proof Enough Of A Broken Heart, Even For You.

Facts Or Opinions Which Are To Pass Through The Hands Of So Many, To Be Misconceived By Folly In One, And Ignorance In Another, Can Hardly Have Much Truth Left.

If I Loved You Less, I Might Be Able To Talk About It More.