bitter. Long as we have been parted, hot tears as I have wept over our separation, I never thought that while I was mourning her, she was loving another! But it is useless grieving. Jane, leave me: go and marry Rivers.”
“Shake me off, then, sir, — push me away, for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.”
“Jane, I ever like your tone of voice: it still renews hope, it sounds so truthful.
When I hear it, it carries me back a year. I forget that you have formed a new tie. But I am not a fool — go — ”
“Where must I go, sir?”
“Your own way — with the husband you have chosen.”