One letter I have here shows something of the strength and tenderness
of Ideala's devotion; and I venture to think that, even under the
circumstances, it must be good for a man to have been loved once in
his life like that. The letter begins abruptly--"Oh, the delight of
being able to write to you," she says, "without fear and without
constraint. If it were possible to step from the dreary oppression of
the northern midnight into the full blaze of the southern noon, the
transition would not be greater than is the sense of rest and relief
that has come to me after the weary days which are over. Do you know,
I never believed that any one person could be so much to another as
you are to me; that any one could be so happy as I am! I think I am
_too_ happy. But, dear, I want you! I want you always; but most of all
when anything good or beautiful moves me; I feel nearer to you then,
and I know you would understand. Every good thought, every worthy
aspiration, everything that is best in me, and every possibility of
better things, seems due to your influence, and makes me crave for
your presence.
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