Excerpt from North and South
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Margaret, he said, taking her by surprise and getting sudden possession of her hand so that she was forced to stand still and listen, despising herself for the fluttering at her heart all the time. Margaret, I wish you did not like Health Stone. So much did not seem so perfectly calm and happy here. I have been hoping for these three months past to find you regretting London and London friends a little enough to make you listen more kindly, for she was quietly but firmly striving to extricate her hand from his grasp toe. One who is not so much to offer. It is true. Nothing but prospects in the future. But who does love you, Margaret? Almost in spite of himself. Margaret, Have I startled you too much? Speak for he saw her lips quivering, almost as if she were going to cry. She made a strong effort to be calm. She would not speak till she had succeeded at mastering her voice. And then she said, I was startled. I did not know you cared for me in that way. I have always thought of you as a friend and please, I would rather go on thinking of you. So I don't like to be spoken to. Aziz, you have been doing cannot answer you as you want me to do. And yet I should feel sorry if I next you, Margaret, he said, looking into her eyes, which met his with their open straight look, expressive of the utmost good faith and reluctance to give pain, Do you? He was going to say love anyone else. But it seemed as if this question would be an insult to the pure serenity of those eyes. Forgive me. I have been too abrupt. I am punished only Let me hope. Give me the poor comfort of telling me you have never seen anyone who knew you could again a pause, he could not end his sentence. Margaret reproached herself acutely as the cause of his distress. Uh, if you had never got this fancy into your head, it was such a pleasure to think of you as a friend. But I may hope may not, Margaret. That's some time You will think of me as a lover. Not yet. I see there is no hurry, but sometime she was silent for a minute or two, trying to discover the truth as it was in her own heart before applying. Then she said, I have never thought of you. But as a friend, I like to think of you so. But I am sure I could never think of you as anything else. Pray, let us forget all of this disagreeable, she was going to say but stopped short conversation has taken place. He paused before he replied. Then, in his habitual coldness of tone, he answered, Of course, as your feelings air so decided. And as this conversation has been so evidently unpleasant to you, it had better not be remembered. That is all very fine in theory, the plan of forgetting whatever is painful, but it will be somewhat difficult for me at least, to carry on in the execution. You are vexed, she said, sadly. Yet how can I help it? She looks so truly grieved as she said this, but he struggled for a moment with his riel disappointment, and then he answered more cheerfully but still with a little hardness in his tone. You should make allowances for mortification not on Lee of a lover, Margaret, but of a man not given to romance in general. Prudent word Lius. Some people call me who has been carried out of his usual habits by the force of passion. Well, we will say no more of that. But in the one outlet which he is formed for the deeper and better feelings of his nature, he meets with rejection and repulse. I shall have to console myself with scorning my own folly. They're struggling, embarrassed to think of Mattress Mony. Margaret could not answer this. The whole tone of it annoyed her. It seemed to touch on and call out all the points of difference which had often repelled her in him. While yet he was the pleasant ist man, the most sympathizing friend, the person of all others who understood her best in Harley Street. She felt a tinge of contempt to mingle itself within her pain at having refused him. It was a relief to her when Mr Lennox said that he must go directly if he meant to catch the five o'clock train at the last moment. Henry Lennox, Israel self broke through the crust. Margaret, don't despise me. I have a hot notwithstanding all this good for nothing way of talking as proof of it. I believe I love you more now than ever. If I do not hate you for the disdain which you've listened to me this last half hour Goodbye, Margaret. He was gone. The house was shut up for the evening, no more deep blue skies or crimson and amber tints. Margaret went up to dress for the early tea, finding Dixon in a pretty temper from the interruption, which a visitor had naturally occasioned on a busy day. She showed it by brushing away viciously at Margarets hair, under pretense of being in a great hurry to go to Mrs Hale. Yet after all, Margaret had to wait a long time in the drawing room before her mother came down. She sat by herself at the fire with unlighted candles on the table behind her, thinking over the day, the happy walk, happy sketching, cheerful, pleasant dinner and the uncomfortable, miserable walk in the garden. How different men were tow women here Was she disturbed and unhappy because her instinct had made anything but a refusal impossible. While he, not many minutes after he had been met with a rejection of what ought to have been the deepest holiest proposal of his life could speak. A Ziff briefs success, and it's superficial consequence of a good house. Clever and agreeable society were those soul about objects of his desire. Oh, dear, how could she have ever loved him if he had been but different with a difference, which she felt on reflection to be one that went low deep down. Then she took it into her head. After all, his lightness might be assumed to cover a bitterness of disappointment, which would have been stamped on her own heart if she had loved and been rejected.