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She stretched them out before her , with a sudden sense of emptiness . `` If I could care ! Yes -- if I could only care ! '' At two o'clock that morning , Maurice wrote : FORGIVE ME -- I DID N'T KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING . FOR I LOVE YOU , LOUISE -- NO WOMAN HAS EVER BEEN LOVED AS YOU ARE . I KNOW IT IS FOLLY ON MY PART . I HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER YOU .