text:  Spite of all this she almost drove me away hurrying me off lest you should doubt her love!" "Darling of my soul! you know not--I cannot explain what bliss it is to be with thee what torment to be separated from thee not to see thee!" "That is exactly the thing Ammalat; she grieves that she cannot rejoice her eyes with a sight of him whom she never can be weary of gazing at