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“
I
do
not
thank
you
for
that
.
I
should
hate
it
to
be
all
smooth
.
Indeed
,
I
think
I
like
you
to
desert
me
a
little
once
now
and
then
.
Love
is
the
dismallest
thing
where
the
lover
is
quite
honest
.
O
,
it
is
a
shame
to
say
so
;
but
it
is
true
!
”
She
indulged
in
a
little
laugh
.
“
My
low
spirits
begin
at
the
very
idea
.
Don
’
t
you
offer
me
tame
love
,
or
away
you
go
!
”
“
I
wish
Tamsie
were
not
such
a
confoundedly
good
little
woman
,
”
said
Wildeve
,
“
so
that
I
could
be
faithful
to
you
without
injuring
a
worthy
person
.
It
is
I
who
am
the
sinner
after
all
;
I
am
not
worth
the
little
finger
of
either
of
you
.
”
“
But
you
must
not
sacrifice
yourself
to
her
from
any
sense
of
justice
,
”
replied
Eustacia
quickly
.
“
If
you
do
not
love
her
it
is
the
most
merciful
thing
in
the
long
run
to
leave
her
as
she
is
.
That
’
s
always
the
best
way
.
There
,
now
I
have
been
unwomanly
,
I
suppose
.
When
you
have
left
me
I
am
always
angry
with
myself
for
things
that
I
have
said
to
you
.
”
Wildeve
walked
a
pace
or
two
among
the
heather
without
replying
.
The
pause
was
filled
up
by
the
intonation
of
a
pollard
thorn
a
little
way
to
windward
,
the
breezes
filtering
through
its
unyielding
twigs
as
through
a
strainer
.
It
was
as
if
the
night
sang
dirges
with
clenched
teeth
.
She
continued
,
half
sorrowfully
,
“
Since
meeting
you
last
,
it
has
occurred
to
me
once
or
twice
that
perhaps
it
was
not
for
love
of
me
you
did
not
marry
her
.
Tell
me
,
Damon
—
I
’
ll
try
to
bear
it
.
Had
I
nothing
whatever
to
do
with
the
matter
?
”
“
Do
you
press
me
to
tell
?
”
“
Yes
,
I
must
know
.
I
see
I
have
been
too
ready
to
believe
in
my
own
power
.
”
“
Well
,
the
immediate
reason
was
that
the
license
would
not
do
for
the
place
,
and
before
I
could
get
another
she
ran
away
.
Up
to
that
point
you
had
nothing
to
do
with
it
.
Since
then
her
aunt
has
spoken
to
me
in
a
tone
which
I
don
’
t
at
all
like
.
”
“
Yes
,
yes
!
I
am
nothing
in
it
—
I
am
nothing
in
it
.
You
only
trifle
with
me
.
Heaven
,
what
can
I
,
Eustacia
Vye
,
be
made
of
to
think
so
much
of
you
!
”
