It is not that speech of yesterday$$$ he continued$$$ which moves you. That is but the pretext$$$ Amelia$$$ or I have loved you and watched you for fifteen years in vain. Have I not learned in that time to read all your feelings and look into your thought

It is not that speech of yesterday$$$ he continued$$$ which moves you. That is but the pretext$$$ Amelia$$$ or I have loved you and watched you for fifteen years in vain. Have I not learned in that time to read all your feelings and look into your thoughts? I know what your heart is capable of: it can cling faithfully to a recollection and cherish a fancy$$$ but it can't feel such an attachment as mine deserves to mate with$$$ and such as I would have won from a woman more generous than you. No$$$ you are not worthy of the love which I have devoted to you. I knew all along that the prize I had set my life on was not worth the winning; that I was a fool$$$ with fond fancies$$$ too$$$ bartering away my all of truth and ardour against your little feeble remnant of love.