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"
I
scorn
your
idea
of
love
,
"
I
could
not
help
saying
,
as
I
rose
up
and
stood
before
him
,
leaning
my
back
against
the
rock
.
"
I
scorn
the
counterfeit
sentiment
you
offer
:
yes
,
St.
John
,
and
I
scorn
you
when
you
offer
it
.
"
He
looked
at
me
fixedly
,
compressing
his
well-cut
lips
while
he
did
so
.
Whether
he
was
incensed
or
surprised
,
or
what
,
it
was
not
easy
to
tell
:
he
could
command
his
countenance
thoroughly
.
"
I
scarcely
expected
to
hear
that
expression
from
you
,
"
he
said
:
"
I
think
I
have
done
and
uttered
nothing
to
deserve
scorn
.
"
I
was
touched
by
his
gentle
tone
,
and
overawed
by
his
high
,
calm
mien
.
"
Forgive
me
the
words
,
St.
John
;
but
it
is
your
own
fault
that
I
have
been
roused
to
speak
so
unguardedly
.
You
have
introduced
a
topic
on
which
our
natures
are
at
variance
--
a
topic
we
should
never
discuss
:
the
very
name
of
love
is
an
apple
of
discord
between
us
.
If
the
reality
were
required
,
what
should
we
do
?
How
should
we
feel
?
My
dear
cousin
,
abandon
your
scheme
of
marriage
--
forget
it
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
he
;
"
it
is
a
long-cherished
scheme
,
and
the
only
one
which
can
secure
my
great
end
:
but
I
shall
urge
you
no
further
at
present
.
To-morrow
,
I
leave
home
for
Cambridge
:
I
have
many
friends
there
to
whom
I
should
wish
to
say
farewell
.
I
shall
be
absent
a
fortnight
--
take
that
space
of
time
to
consider
my
offer
:
and
do
not
forget
that
if
you
reject
it
,
it
is
not
me
you
deny
,
but
God
.
Through
my
means
,
He
opens
to
you
a
noble
career
;
as
my
wife
only
can
you
enter
upon
it
.
Refuse
to
be
my
wife
,
and
you
limit
yourself
for
ever
to
a
track
of
selfish
ease
and
barren
obscurity
.
Tremble
lest
in
that
case
you
should
be
numbered
with
those
who
have
denied
the
faith
,
and
are
worse
than
infidels
!
"
He
had
done
.
Turning
from
me
,
he
once
more
"
Looked
to
river
,
looked
to
hill
.
"
But
this
time
his
feelings
were
all
pent
in
his
heart
:
I
was
not
worthy
to
hear
them
uttered
.
As
I
walked
by
his
side
homeward
,
I
read
well
in
his
iron
silence
all
he
felt
towards
me
:
the
disappointment
of
an
austere
and
despotic
nature
,
which
has
met
resistance
where
it
expected
submission
--
the
disapprobation
of
a
cool
,
inflexible
judgment
,
which
has
detected
in
another
feelings
and
views
in
which
it
has
no
power
to
sympathise
:
in
short
,
as
a
man
,
he
would
have
wished
to
coerce
me
into
obedience
:
it
was
only
as
a
sincere
Christian
he
bore
so
patiently
with
my
perversity
,
and
allowed
so
long
a
space
for
reflection
and
repentance
.
