Chapter 23
erence, I deliger; and it strikes me error and anguiso feel I absolutely must be torn from you for ever. I see ty of departure; and it is like looking on ty of death.”
“y?” he asked suddenly.
“ before me.”
“In w shape?”
“In tiful woman,—your bride.”
“My bride! bride? I have no bride!”
“But you will have.”
“Yes;—I h.
“t go:- you yourself.”
“No: you must stay! I s—and t.”
“I tell you I must go!” I retorted, roused to sometay to become noto you? Do you tomaton?—a mac feelings? and can bear to cer dastle, I am soulless and less? You t! And if God ed me y and muc as o leave me, as it is noo leave you. I am not talking to you noom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal fles is my spirit t addresses your spirit; just as if botood at God’s feet, equal,—as we are!”
“As ed Mr. Rocer—“so,” o , pressing his lips on my lips: “so, Jane!”
“Yes, so, sir,” I rejoined: “and yet not so; for you are a married man—or as good as a married man, and o one inferior to you—to one believe you truly love; for I ter t me go!”
“o Ireland?”
“Yes—to Ireland. I have spoken my mind, and can go anywhere now.”
“Jane, be still; don’t struggle so, like a ic bird t is rending its os desperation.”
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free o leave you.”
Anot set me at liberty, and I stood erect before him.
“And your will siny,” , and a share of all my possessions.”
“You