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"Yes;--always friends. And now listen to me for I have much to say.
I will not tell you again that I love you. You know it, or else you
must think me the vainest and falsest of men. It is not only that
I love you, but I am so accustomed to concern myself with one thing
only, so constrained by the habits and nature of my life to confine
myself to single interests, that I cannot as it were escape from my
love. I am thinking of it always, often despising myself because
I think of it so much. For, after all, let a woman be ever so
good,--and you to me are all that is good,--a man should not allow
his love to dominate his intellect."
"Oh, no!"
"I do. I calculate my chances within my own bosom almost as a man
might calculate his chances of heaven. I should like you to know me
just as I am, the weak and the strong together. I would not win you
by a lie if I could. I think of you more than I ought to do. I am
sure,--quite sure that you are the only possible mistress of this
house during my tenure of it. If I am ever to live as other men do,
and to care about the things which other men care for, it must be as
your husband."
"Pray,--pray do not say that."
"Yes; I think that I have a right to say it,--and a right to expect
that you should believe me. I will not ask you to be my wife if you
do not love me. Not that I should fear aught for myself, but that
you should not be pressed to make a sacrifice of yourself because
I am your friend and cousin. But I think it is quite possible you
might come to love me,--unless your heart be absolutely given away
elsewhere."
"What am I to say?"
"We each of us know of what the other is thinking. If Paul Montague
has robbed me of my love--?"
"Mr. Montague has never said a word."
"If he had, I think he would have wronged me. He met you in my house,
and I think must have known what my feelings were towards you."
"But he never has."
"We have been like brothers together,--one brother being very much
older than the other, indeed; or like father and son. I think he
should place his hopes elsewhere."
"What am I to say? If he have such hope he has not told me. I think
it almost cruel that a girl should be asked in that way."
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