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"
Oh
,
do
n't
say
it
,
"
cried
Anne
,
pleadingly
.
"
Do
n't
--
PLEASE
,
Gilbert
.
"
"
I
must
.
Things
ca
n't
go
on
like
this
any
longer
.
Anne
,
I
love
you
.
You
know
I
do
.
I
--
I
ca
n't
tell
you
how
much
.
Will
you
promise
me
that
some
day
you
'll
be
my
wife
?
"
"
I
--
I
ca
n't
,
"
said
Anne
miserably
.
"
Oh
,
Gilbert
--
you
--
you
've
spoiled
everything
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
care
for
me
at
all
?
"
Gilbert
asked
after
a
very
dreadful
pause
,
during
which
Anne
had
not
dared
to
look
up
.
"
Not
--
not
in
that
way
.
I
do
care
a
great
deal
for
you
as
a
friend
.
But
I
do
n't
love
you
,
Gilbert
.
"
"
But
ca
n't
you
give
me
some
hope
that
you
will
--
yet
?
"
"
No
,
I
ca
n't
,
"
exclaimed
Anne
desperately
.
"
I
never
,
never
can
love
you
--
in
that
way
--
Gilbert
.
You
must
never
speak
of
this
to
me
again
.
"
There
was
another
pause
--
so
long
and
so
dreadful
that
Anne
was
driven
at
last
to
look
up
.
Gilbert
's
face
was
white
to
the
lips
.
And
his
eyes
--
but
Anne
shuddered
and
looked
away
.
There
was
nothing
romantic
about
this
.
Must
proposals
be
either
grotesque
or
--
horrible
?
Could
she
ever
forget
Gilbert
's
face
?
"
Is
there
anybody
else
?
"
he
asked
at
last
in
a
low
voice
.
