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'
They
do
not
,
'
replied
Rose
,
colouring
deeply
.
'
Then
you
return
my
love
?
'
said
Harry
.
'
Say
but
that
,
dear
Rose
;
say
but
that
;
and
soften
the
bitterness
of
this
hard
disappointment
!
'
'
If
I
could
have
done
so
,
without
doing
heavy
wrong
to
him
I
loved
,
'
rejoined
Rose
,
'
I
could
have
--
'
'
Have
received
this
declaration
very
differently
?
'
said
Harry
.
'
Do
not
conceal
that
from
me
,
at
least
,
Rose
.
'
'
I
could
,
'
said
Rose
.
'
Stay
!
'
she
added
,
disengaging
her
hand
,
'
why
should
we
prolong
this
painful
interview
?
Most
painful
to
me
,
and
yet
productive
of
lasting
happiness
,
notwithstanding
;
for
it
WILL
be
happiness
to
know
that
I
once
held
the
high
place
in
your
regard
which
I
now
occupy
,
and
every
triumph
you
achieve
in
life
will
animate
me
with
new
fortitude
and
firmness
.
Farewell
,
Harry
!
As
we
have
met
to-day
,
we
meet
no
more
;
but
in
other
relations
than
those
in
which
this
conversation
have
placed
us
,
we
may
be
long
and
happily
entwined
;
and
may
every
blessing
that
the
prayers
of
a
true
and
earnest
heart
can
call
down
from
the
source
of
all
truth
and
sincerity
,
cheer
and
prosper
you
!
'
'
Another
word
,
Rose
,
'
said
Harry
.
'
Your
reason
in
your
own
words
.
From
your
own
lips
,
let
me
hear
it
!
'
'
The
prospect
before
you
,
'
answered
Rose
,
firmly
,
'
is
a
brilliant
one
.
All
the
honours
to
which
great
talents
and
powerful
connections
can
help
men
in
public
life
,
are
in
store
for
you
.
But
those
connections
are
proud
;
and
I
will
neither
mingle
with
such
as
may
hold
in
scorn
the
mother
who
gave
me
life
;
nor
bring
disgrace
or
failure
on
the
son
of
her
who
has
so
well
supplied
that
mother
's
place
.
In
a
word
,
'
said
the
young
lady
,
turning
away
,
as
her
temporary
firmness
forsook
her
,
'
there
is
a
stain
upon
my
name
,
which
the
world
visits
on
innocent
heads
.
I
will
carry
it
into
no
blood
but
my
own
;
and
the
reproach
shall
rest
alone
on
me
.
'
'
One
word
more
,
Rose
.
Dearest
Rose
!
one
more
!
'
cried
Harry
,
throwing
himself
before
her
.
'
If
I
had
been
less
--
less
fortunate
,
the
world
would
call
it
--
if
some
obscure
and
peaceful
life
had
been
my
destiny
--
if
I
had
been
poor
,
sick
,
helpless
--
would
you
have
turned
from
me
then
?
Or
has
my
probable
advancement
to
riches
and
honour
,
given
this
scruple
birth
?
'
