第17部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

te　of　her。　And　by　what　right　should　I　have　dared　to　aspire　to　her　love？　Am　I　then；　more　than　an　angel　or　a　deity？　I　love　her；　true；　even　shouldn't　I　am　ready　to　sacrifice　everything　gladly　for　her　sake—everything；　even　the　hope　of　being　loved　by　her；　there　is　no　devotedness　of　which　I　am　not　capable　for　her；　for　one　of　her　smiles；　for　one　of　her　looks。　But　could　I　do　otherwise？　Is　she　not　the　sole　aim　of　my　life？　That　she　may　show　indifference　to　me；　even　hate　me；　will　be　my　misfortune；　that　is　all。　What　does　it　matter；　so　that　it　does　not　injure　her　happiness？　Yes；　if　she　cannot　love　me　I　ought　to　blame　myself　only。　My　duty　is　to　keep　close　to　her　steps；　to　surround　her　existence　with　mine；　to　serve　her　as　a　barrier　against　all　dangers；　to　offer　her　my　head　as　a　stepping�stone；　to　place　myself　unceasingly　between　her　and　all　sorrows；　without　claiming　reward；　without　expecting　repense。　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；　if　she　but　permit　me　to　kiss　with　respect　her　adored　footprints；　if　she　but　consent　to　lean　upon　me　at　times　amidst　the　difficulties　of　life；　then　I　shall　have　obtained　the　only　happiness　to　which　I　have　the　presumption　to　aspire。　Because　I　am　ready　to　sacrifice　all　for　her；　does　she　owe　me　gratitude？　Is　it　her　fault　that　I　love　her？　Must　she；　on　that　account；　believe　herself　constrained　to　love　me？　No！　She　may　sport　with　my　devotions；　repay　my　services　with　hate；　and　repulse　my　idolatry　with　scorn；　without　my　having　for　a　moment　the　right　to　plain　of　that　angel；　nor　ought　I　to　cease　for　an　instant　to　lavish　upon　her　all　that　which　she　wou