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Trollope, Anthony, 1815-1882

"ée"

Think, Agatha, of all
the misery you are inflicting; think also of the celestial joy one word
of yours is capable of giving."
"I have said before that I grieve to pain you; but I cannot speak a
falsehood. Were it to save us both from instant death, I could not say
that I love you in the sense you mean."
"Oh, Agatha! I do not ask you to love me--that is not to love me now;
if you will only say that your heart is not for ever closed against my
prayers, I will leave you contented."
"I can say nothing which would give you any hope of that which can never
happen."
"And that is all I am to expect from you in return for as true a love
as man ever bore to woman?"
"I cannot make you the return you wish. I can give you no other answer."
"Well, Agatha, so be it. You shall find now that I can be calm, when my
unalterable resolve requires it. You shall find that I am a man; at any
rate, you shall not again have to tell me that I am despicable," and he
curled his upper lip, and showed his teeth in a very ferocious manner.


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