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363 added the force of contrast; and this I am sure he did not by malice, but on principle. The night before he left home, happening to see him walking in the garden about sunset, and remembering, as I looked at him, that this man, alienated as he now was, had once saved my life, and that we were near relations, I was moved to make a last attempt to regain his friendship. I went out and approached him as he stood leaning over the little gate; I spoke to the point at once. ‘St. John, I am unhappy because you are still angry with me. Let us be friends.’ ‘I hope we are friends,’ was the unmoved reply; while he still watched the rising of the moon, which he had been contemplating as I approached. ‘No, St. John, we are not friends as we were. You know that.’ ‘Are we not? That is wrong. For my part, I wish you no ill and all good.’ ‘I believe you, St. John; for I am sure you are incapable of wishing any one ill; but, as I am your kinswoman, I should desire somewhat more of affection than that sort of general philanthropy you extend to mere strangers.’ ‘Of course,’ he said. ‘Your wish is reasonable, and I am far from regarding you as a stranger.’ This, spoken in a cool, tranquil tone, was mortifying and baffling enough. Had I attended to the suggestions of pride and ire, I should immediately have left him; but something worked within me more strongly than those feelings could. I deeply venerated my cousin’s talent and principle. His friendship was of value to me: to lose it tried me severely. I would not so soon relinquish the attempt to reconquer it. ‘Must we part in this way, St. John? And when you go to India, will you leave me so, without a kinder word than you have yet spoken?’ He now turned quite from the moon and faced me. ‘When I go to India, Jane, will I leave you! What! do you not go to India?’ ‘You said I could not unless I married you.’ ‘And you will not marry me! You adhere to that resolution?’ Reader, do you know, as I do, what terror those cold people can put into the ice of their questions? How much of the fall of the avalanche is in their anger? of the breaking up of the frozen sea in their displeasure? ‘No, St. John, I will not marry you. I adhere to my resolution.’ The avalanche had shaken and slid a little forward, but it did not yet crash down. ‘Once more, why this refusal?’ he asked. ‘Formerly,’ I answered, ‘because you did not love me; now, I reply, because you almost hate me. If I were to marry you, you would kill |
