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"
But
could
you
not
compromise
matters
,
and
give
up
a
portion
of
your
fortune
to
her
son
?
"
"
How
could
I
make
such
a
proposition
,
especially
to
a
woman
who
always
professes
to
be
so
entirely
disinterested
?
"
"
Valentine
,
I
have
always
regarded
our
love
in
the
light
of
something
sacred
;
consequently
,
I
have
covered
it
with
the
veil
of
respect
,
and
hid
it
in
the
innermost
recesses
of
my
soul
.
No
human
being
,
not
even
my
sister
,
is
aware
of
its
existence
.
Valentine
,
will
you
permit
me
to
make
a
confidant
of
a
friend
and
reveal
to
him
the
love
I
bear
you
?
"
Valentine
started
.
"
A
friend
,
Maximilian
;
and
who
is
this
friend
?
I
tremble
to
give
my
permission
.
"
"
Listen
,
Valentine
.
Have
you
never
experienced
for
any
one
that
sudden
and
irresistible
sympathy
which
made
you
feel
as
if
the
object
of
it
had
been
your
old
and
familiar
friend
,
though
,
in
reality
,
it
was
the
first
time
you
had
ever
met
?
Nay
,
further
,
have
you
never
endeavored
to
recall
the
time
,
place
,
and
circumstances
of
your
former
intercourse
,
and
failing
in
this
attempt
,
have
almost
believed
that
your
spirits
must
have
held
converse
with
each
other
in
some
state
of
being
anterior
to
the
present
,
and
that
you
are
only
now
occupied
in
a
reminiscence
of
the
past
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Well
,
that
is
precisely
the
feeling
which
I
experienced
when
I
first
saw
that
extraordinary
man
.
"
"
Extraordinary
,
did
you
say
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
