"Martha, does thee love me?" asked a quaker youth of one at whose shrine
his heart's fondest feelings had been offered up.
"Why, Seth," answered she, "we are commanded to love one another, are we
not?"
"Aye, Martha; but does thee regard me with that feeling that the world
calls love?"
"I hardly know what to tell thee, Seth; I have greatly feared that my
heart was an erring one. I have tried to bestow my love on all; but I
have sometimes thought, perhaps, that thee was getting rather more than
thy share."
--_Christian Observer._
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No disguise can long conceal love where it is, nor feign it where it is
not.
--_Rochefoucauld._
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