repulsion, flig I  afraid: not in t. I felt an in not  its cook orted fingers, and said to hingly—

    “Sit doalk to you as long as you like, and o say, wher reasonable or unreasonable.”

    do  get leave to speak directly. I ruggling ears for some time: I aken great pains to repress t like to see me o let tter. So I gave way and cried ily.

    Soon I ly entreating me to be composed. I said I could not while he was in such a passion.

    “But I am not angry, Jane: I only love you too tle pale face e, frozen look, I could not endure it. hush, now, and wipe your eyes.”

    ened voice announced t urn, became calm. Noo rest  I  permit it. to him: no.

    “Jane! Jane!”  of bitter sadness it t love me, t ation, and t you valued? No you to become your oucoad or ape.”

    t me: yet ortured by a sense of remorse at ting  control to drop balm where I had wounded.

    “I do love you,” I said, “more t I must not s time I must express it.”

    “t time, Jane! ! do you t, if you still love me, be alant?”

    “No, sir; t I am certain I could not; and t one  you ion it.”

    “Oion it! If I storm, you  of weeping.”

    “Mr. Rocer, I must leave you.”

    “For es, w dishe your face—which looks feverish?”

    “I must leave Adèle and t part  begin a neence among strange faces and strange scenes.”

    “Of course: I told you you s parting from me. You mean you must become a part of me. As to tence, it is all rig be my  married. You ser—botually and nomin