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The secret of your isolation is no secret tothat you should knobestow on me the one life

possible for

the yoke onbut the joy of

knowing myself yours Needless even to say you will never love me;

it cannot be otherwise I must love you from afar, without hope,

without reward beyond my own love

"In my anxiety to knohether you will accept me as your servant,

I have racked my brain to find soer of co yourself

Injury to your self-respect there can be none in sanctioning a

devotion which has been yours for e Let this, then, be the token At the opera this

evening, if you carry in your hand a bouquet consisting of one red

and one white camellia--emblem of a man's blood at the service of

the purity he worships--that will be my answer I ask no more;

thenceforth, at any moment, ten years hence or to-morrohatever

you demand shall be done, so far as it is possible for man to do

it, by your happy servant,