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“He is not to them what he is to me,” I thought: “he is not of their kind. I believe he is of mine;-I am sure he is-I feel akin to him-I understand the language of his countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him … I must, then, repeat continually that we are for ever sundered:-and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.”