“Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by actions rather than words, to convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that 'til you bade us adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you... You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you committed.”
[IC] –Alexander Hamilton, to his ‘affectionate Laurens’ h a h :>