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"
I
could
not
,
sir
:
no
words
could
tell
you
what
I
feel
.
I
wish
this
present
hour
would
never
end
:
who
knows
with
what
fate
the
next
may
come
charged
?
"
"
This
is
hypochondria
,
Jane
.
You
have
been
over-excited
,
or
over-fatigued
.
"
"
Do
you
,
sir
,
feel
calm
and
happy
?
"
"
Calm
?
--
no
:
but
happy
--
to
the
heart
's
core
.
"
I
looked
up
at
him
to
read
the
signs
of
bliss
in
his
face
:
it
was
ardent
and
flushed
.
"
Give
me
your
confidence
,
Jane
,
"
he
said
:
"
relieve
your
mind
of
any
weight
that
oppresses
it
,
by
imparting
it
to
me
.
What
do
you
fear
?
-
--
that
I
shall
not
prove
a
good
husband
?
"
"
It
is
the
idea
farthest
from
my
thoughts
.
"
"
Are
you
apprehensive
of
the
new
sphere
you
are
about
to
enter
?
--
of
the
new
life
into
which
you
are
passing
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
You
puzzle
me
,
Jane
:
your
look
and
tone
of
sorrowful
audacity
perplex
and
pain
me
.
I
want
an
explanation
.
"
