klimt painting the kiss

I felt so deeply what I said, it affected me so sincerely, that my voice failed, and I covered my face with my hand, and broke into tears. I write the truth. Whatever contradictions and inconsistencies there were within me, as there are within so many of us; whatever might have been so different, and so much better; whatever I had done, in which I had perversely wandered away from the voice of my own heart; I knew nothing of. I only knew that I was fervently in earnest, when I felt the rest and peace of having Agnes near me. ¡¡¡¡In her placid sisterly manner; with her beaming eyes; with her tender voice; and with that sweet composure,
which had long ago made the house that held her quite a sacred place to me; she soon won me from this weakness, and led me on to tell all that had happened since our last meeting. ¡¡¡¡'And there is not another word to tell, Agnes,' said I, when I had made an end of my confidence. 'Now, my reliance is on you.' ¡¡¡¡'But it must not be on me, Trotwood,' returned Agnes, with a pleasant smile. 'It must be on someone else.' ¡¡¡¡'On Dora?' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Assuredly.'