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'You know- this St. John Rivers.'
'He is not my husband, nor ever will be. He does not love me: I
do not love him. He loves (as he can love, and that is not as you
love) a beautiful young lady called Rosamond. He wanted to marry me
only because he thought I should make a suitable missionary's wife,
which she would not have done. He is good and great, but severe;
and, for me, cold as an iceberg. He is not like you, sir: I am not
happy at his side, nor near him, nor with him. He has no indulgence
for me- no fondness. He sees nothing attractive in me; not even youth-
only a few useful mental points- Then I must leave you, sir, to go
to him?'
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I shuddered involuntarily, and clung instinctively closer to my
blind but beloved master. He smiled.
'What, Jane! Is this true? Is such really the state of matters
between you and Rivers?'
'Absolutely, sir! Oh, you need not be jealous! I wanted to tease
you a little to make you less sad: I thought anger would be better
than grief. But if you wish me to love you, could you but see how much
I do love you, you would be proud and content. All my heart is
yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate
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