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"
What
makes
you
say
he
does
not
love
you
,
Jane
?
"
"
You
should
hear
himself
on
the
subject
.
He
has
again
and
again
explained
that
it
is
not
himself
,
but
his
office
he
wishes
to
mate
.
He
has
told
me
I
am
formed
for
labour
--
not
for
love
:
which
is
true
,
no
doubt
.
But
,
in
my
opinion
,
if
I
am
not
formed
for
love
,
it
follows
that
I
am
not
formed
for
marriage
.
Would
it
not
be
strange
,
Die
,
to
be
chained
for
life
to
a
man
who
regarded
one
but
as
a
useful
tool
?
"
"
Insupportable
--
unnatural
--
out
of
the
question
!
"
"
And
then
,
"
I
continued
,
"
though
I
have
only
sisterly
affection
for
him
now
,
yet
,
if
forced
to
be
his
wife
,
I
can
imagine
the
possibility
of
conceiving
an
inevitable
,
strange
,
torturing
kind
of
love
for
him
,
because
he
is
so
talented
;
and
there
is
often
a
certain
heroic
grandeur
in
his
look
,
manner
,
and
conversation
.
In
that
case
,
my
lot
would
become
unspeakably
wretched
.
He
would
not
want
me
to
love
him
;
and
if
I
showed
the
feeling
,
he
would
make
me
sensible
that
it
was
a
superfluity
,
unrequired
by
him
,
unbecoming
in
me
.
I
know
he
would
.
"
"
And
yet
St.
John
is
a
good
man
,
"
said
Diana
.
"
He
is
a
good
and
a
great
man
;
but
he
forgets
,
pitilessly
,
the
feelings
and
claims
of
little
people
,
in
pursuing
his
own
large
views
.
It
is
better
,
therefore
,
for
the
insignificant
to
keep
out
of
his
way
,
lest
,
in
his
progress
,
he
should
trample
them
down
.
Here
he
comes
!
I
will
leave
you
,
Diana
.
"
And
I
hastened
upstairs
as
I
saw
him
entering
the
garden
.
But
I
was
forced
to
meet
him
again
at
supper
.
During
that
meal
he
appeared
just
as
composed
as
usual
.
I
had
thought
he
would
hardly
speak
to
me
,
and
I
was
certain
he
had
given
up
the
pursuit
of
his
matrimonial
scheme
:
the
sequel
showed
I
was
mistaken
on
both
points
.
He
addressed
me
precisely
in
his
ordinary
manner
,
or
what
had
,
of
late
,
been
his
ordinary
manner
--
one
scrupulously
polite
.
No
doubt
he
had
invoked
the
help
of
the
Holy
Spirit
to
subdue
the
anger
I
had
roused
in
him
,
and
now
believed
he
had
forgiven
me
once
more
.
For
the
evening
reading
before
prayers
,
he
selected
the
twenty-first
chapter
of
Revelation
.
It
was
at
all
times
pleasant
to
listen
while
from
his
lips
fell
the
words
of
the
Bible
:
never
did
his
fine
voice
sound
at
once
so
sweet
and
full
--
never
did
his
manner
become
so
impressive
in
its
noble
simplicity
,
as
when
he
delivered
the
oracles
of
God
:
and
to-night
that
voice
took
a
more
solemn
tone
--
that
manner
a
more
thrilling
meaning
--
as
he
sat
in
the
midst
of
his
household
circle
(
the
May
moon
shining
in
through
the
uncurtained
window
,
and
rendering
almost
unnecessary
the
light
of
the
candle
on
the
table
)
:
as
he
sat
there
,
bending
over
the
great
old
Bible
,
and
described
from
its
page
the
vision
of
the
new
heaven
and
the
new
earth
--
told
how
God
would
come
to
dwell
with
men
,
how
He
would
wipe
away
all
tears
from
their
eyes
,
and
promised
that
there
should
be
no
more
death
,
neither
sorrow
nor
crying
,
nor
any
more
pain
,
because
the
former
things
were
passed
away
.
The
succeeding
words
thrilled
me
strangely
as
he
spoke
them
:
especially
as
I
felt
,
by
the
slight
,
indescribable
alteration
in
sound
,
that
in
uttering
them
,
his
eye
had
turned
on
me
.
