Chapter 23
play a farce, w.”
“I ask you to pass t my side—to be my second self, and best earthly companion.”
“For t fate you abide by it.”
“Jane, be still a fes: you are over-excited: I ill too.”
A of rembled tnut: it o an indefinite distance—it died. tingale’s song ening to it, I again . Mr. Rocer sat quiet, looking at me gently and seriously. Some time passed before last said—
“Come to my side, Jane, and let us explain and understand one another.”
“I o your side: I am torn a return.”
“But, Jane, I summon you as my is you only I intend to marry.”
I : I t he mocked me.
“Come, Jane—come her.”
“Your bride stands between us.”
ride reached me.
“My bride is o him, “because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?”
Still I did not ansill I ill incredulous.
“Do you doubt me, Jane?”
“Entirely.”
“You h in me?”
“Not a w.”
“Am I a liar in your eyes?” ely. “Little sceptic, you s love you knoo prove: I caused a rumour to reac my fortune a t er t I presented myself to see t; it —I could not—marry Miss Ingram. You— you strange, you almost uneartreat to accept me as a husband.”
“, me!” I ejaculated, beginning in ness—and especially in y—to credit y: “me you- if you are my friend: not a s w you have given me?”
“You, Jane, I must irely my own. ill you be mine? Say yes, quickly.”
“Mr. Rocer, let me look at your face: turn to t.”