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'With what an extraordinary smile you uttered that word- "very
well," Jane! What a bright spot of colour you have on each cheek!
and how strangely your eyes glitter! Are you well?'
'I believe I am.'
'Believe! What is the matter? Tell me what you feel.'
'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 day
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.'
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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.'
'Then, sir, listen. You were from home last night?'
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