`` You are not the baron ? '' cried Amy . `` No ; I will swear it if you wish . '' `` Who , then , are you ? '' `` Shall I confess ? '' `` Yes , I entreat you . '' `` Remember , you command me to speak . '' `` I do . Who are you ? '' `` Your lover . '' The words were breathed into her ear as softly as ardently , but they startled her so much she could find no reply , and , throwing himself down before her , Casimer poured out his passion with an impetuosity that held her breathless . `` Yes , I love you , and I tell it , vain and dishonorable as it is in one like me . I try to hide it . I say ` it can not be . ' I plan to go away . But you keep me ; you are angel-good to me ; you take my heart , you care for me , teach me , pity me , and I can only love and die . I know it is folly ; I ask nothing ; I pray to God to bless you always , and I say , Go , go , before it is too late for you , as now for me ! '' `` Yes , I must go -- it is all wrong . Forgive me . I have been very selfish .
Oh , forget me and be happy , '' faltered XXXXX , feeling that her only safety was in flight .
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