text:  "Leave me--_do_ leave poor Winifred that David for the love of God! In mercy leave it! I will not ask for the picture again--I will not _wish_ it if _you_ say I must not; but the hair--the poor bit of hair--he! oh misery! he shall never see it! I myself will never cry over it--never look at it if you think it wrong--never till I'm dying David--dying! There will be no harm then you know in looking--in a poor dying creature's look who has done with passions life love every thing