No，my whole existenbsp;is devoted to her，even in spite of her.And by what right should I have dared to aspireto her love？ Am I then，more than an angel or a deity？
I love her，true，even shouldn’t I am ready to sacrifibsp;everything gladly for her sake—everything，even the hope of being loved by her；there is no devotednessof whibsp;I am not capable for her，for one of her smiles，for one of her looks.But could I do otherwi？
Is she not the soleaim of my life？ That she may show indifferenbsp;to me，even hate me，will be my misfortuhat is all.What does it matter，so that it does not injureher happiness？ Yes，if she ot love me I ought to blame mylf only.
My duty is to keep bsp;to her steps，to surround her existenbsp;with mio rve her as a barrieragainst all dao offer her my head as a stepping stoo plabsp;mylf unceasingly between her and all sorrows，without claiming reward，without expeg repen.Only too happy if she deigns some times to cast a pitying look upon her slave，and to remember him in the hour of danger！ Alas！ If she only allow me to give my life to anticipate her every desire，all her caprices；
No，my whole existenbsp;is devoted to her，even in spite of her.And by what right should I have dared to aspireto her love？ Am I then，more than an angel or a deity？
I love her，true，even shouldn’t I am ready to sacrifibsp;everything gladly for her sake—everything，even the hope of being loved by her；there is no devotednessof whibsp;I am not capable for her，for one of her smiles，for one of her looks.But could I do otherwi？
Is she not the soleaim of my life？ That she may show indifferenbsp;to me，even hate me，will be my misfortuhat is all.What does it matter，so that it does not injureher happiness？ Yes，if she ot love me I ought to blame mylf only.