“Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You
have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the
rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been
in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of
the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the
darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You
have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever
become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London
buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace
with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there
and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you
cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good
in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only
with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you
must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp
distress I may. O God bless you, God forgive you!”
―
Charles Dickens
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