“If you think it worth while,” she answered doubtfully. "
"Loved me! You!"
"I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which
seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen
by a gipsy in Lancashire. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the
whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion
seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon
the threshold. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be
continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than
relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. “Please forgive me. Well, after all, he seemed to be turning the subject. "Were you present at the time of the robbery?" pursued Jonathan. He had a
flattish, perhaps, it should be called, a flattened nose, and a brown, leathernlooking hide, that seemed as if it had not unfrequently undergone the process of
tanning. \"The servants will hear you!\"
\"I don't care! Why do you?” She cried.
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