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Nora, it is my fault - it is the way I am made, it is the way I have taken it- that is all - I want you to believe in yourself in your goodness and power to do good, - not harm; in your strength, little girl, in your own power to carry out your plans; in your youth and Nobility and truth- Ah, if I could  believe in so sweet a thing - if I could keep you always very high, and yet feel that you were very near, if you could help me, not hinder; - Nora, Nora, why does it hurt so much? I have never let things come close to me like this; and now that I am terribly tired, I cannot throw it off as I could when I felt strong and glad. 

Nora, if you are my friend, answer this in some way; I can no more.
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Monday morning