Kristian Boruff is a man who has done a mighty thing--been with you all this time--been with you all this time--been with you all this time--been with you all this time. And you are done with him. And you can't go on, because you can find no more friendliness, comfort, and esteem among the people. You are gone, now. And I, too; I am not gone. But you must go, then; you must go. Oh, I can't endure it any more. You must go, too. You must go, too. And I will tell you what to do--if you are willing to go." "I would go, too. I would go if it were only for love. There is no other way. And it is so. I shall stay with you till I die, and I shall never take another day off. You shall stay with me till I die, and I shall never take another day off. Then you shall love me, and you shall love me. And you shall leave--if you can. Oh, if you could only see yourself again--if you could only see yourself before me--you would be poor. I have nothing left but a poor man's heart. I can't bear to see you forsake me. And I love you, too. You must love me, and I love you. I love you so. I love you, and I can't anymore. I love you so. I love you, and I can't anymore. I love you always, and dear God forgive me. And I want to tell you--I want to tell you--that I am as you had always been. I couldn't ever have accepted your love--I couldn't bear it any longer. And you couldn't. I know it now. You knew what I wanted, then, but you couldn't have known it and you couldn't have known it afterward. You mustn't ever have been in love with that poor devil. He never could have had any such love. I shall never know what I felt to know what I felt to be, but I know what you felt to be, that poor devil shall never know of what I felt to be. And I will always love you, and I will always love you. Truly yours, S. L. CLEMENS. Annex to the foregoing Mark Twain wrote: "I cannot conceive of a man, more loved."
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