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'
There
is
no
pursuit
more
worthy
of
me
:
more
worthy
of
the
highest
nature
that
exists
:
than
the
struggle
to
win
such
a
heart
as
yours
,
'
said
the
young
man
,
taking
her
hand
.
'
Rose
,
my
own
dear
Rose
!
For
years
--
for
years
--
I
have
loved
you
;
hoping
to
win
my
way
to
fame
,
and
then
come
proudly
home
and
tell
you
it
had
been
pursued
only
for
you
to
share
;
thinking
,
in
my
daydreams
,
how
I
would
remind
you
,
in
that
happy
moment
,
of
the
many
silent
tokens
I
had
given
of
a
boy
's
attachment
,
and
claim
your
hand
,
as
in
redemption
of
some
old
mute
contract
that
had
been
sealed
between
us
!
That
time
has
not
arrived
;
but
here
,
with
not
fame
won
,
and
no
young
vision
realised
,
I
offer
you
the
heart
so
long
your
own
,
and
stake
my
all
upon
the
words
with
which
you
greet
the
offer
.
'
'
Your
behaviour
has
ever
been
kind
and
noble
.
'
said
Rose
,
mastering
the
emotions
by
which
she
was
agitated
.
'
As
you
believe
that
I
am
not
insensible
or
ungrateful
,
so
hear
my
answer
.
'
'
It
is
,
that
I
may
endeavour
to
deserve
you
;
it
is
,
dear
Rose
?
'
'
It
is
,
'
replied
Rose
,
'
that
you
must
endeavour
to
forget
me
;
not
as
your
old
and
dearly-attached
companion
,
for
that
would
wound
me
deeply
;
but
,
as
the
object
of
your
love
.
Look
into
the
world
;
think
how
many
hearts
you
would
be
proud
to
gain
,
are
there
.
Confide
some
other
passion
to
me
,
if
you
will
;
I
will
be
the
truest
,
warmest
,
and
most
faithful
friend
you
have
.
'
There
was
a
pause
,
during
which
,
Rose
,
who
had
covered
her
face
with
one
hand
,
gave
free
vent
to
her
tears
.
Harry
still
retained
the
other
.
'
And
your
reasons
,
Rose
,
'
he
said
,
at
length
,
in
a
low
voice
;
'
your
reasons
for
this
decision
?
'
'
You
have
a
right
to
know
them
,
'
rejoined
Rose
.
'
You
can
say
nothing
to
alter
my
resolution
.
It
is
a
duty
that
I
must
perform
.
I
owe
it
,
alike
to
others
,
and
to
myself
.
'
'
To
yourself
?
'
'
Yes
,
Harry
.
I
owe
it
to
myself
,
that
I
,
a
friendless
,
portionless
,
girl
,
with
a
blight
upon
my
name
,
should
not
give
your
friends
reason
to
suspect
that
I
had
sordidly
yielded
to
your
first
passion
,
and
fastened
myself
,
a
clog
,
on
all
your
hopes
and
projects
.
I
owe
it
to
you
and
yours
,
to
prevent
you
from
opposing
,
in
the
warmth
of
your
generous
nature
,
this
great
obstacle
to
your
progress
in
the
world
.
'
'
If
your
inclinations
chime
with
your
sense
of
duty
--
'
Harry
began
.
