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loving, and her soft, pretty cheek was lying against mine. Then I told her, with my arms clasped round her, how I loved her, so dearly, and so dearly; how I felt it right to offer to release her from her engagement, because now I was poor; how I never could bear it, or recover it, if I lost her; how I had no fears of poverty, if she had none, my arm being nerved and my heart inspired by her; how I was already working with a courage such as none but lovers knew; how I had begun to be practical, and look into the future;
how a crust well earned was sweeter far than a feast inherited; and much more to the same purpose, which I delivered in a burst of passionate eloquence quite surprising to myself, though I had been thinking about it, day and night, ever since my aunt had astonished me. ¡¡¡¡'Is your heart mine still, dear Dora?' said I, rapturously, for I knew by her clinging to me that it was. ¡¡¡¡'Oh, yes!' cried Dora. 'Oh, yes, it's all yours. Oh, don't be dreadful!' ¡¡¡¡I dreadful! To Dora! ¡¡¡¡'Don't talk about being poor, and working hard!' said Dora, nestling closer to me. 'Oh, don't, don't!' ¡¡¡¡'My dearest love,' said I, 'the crust well-earned -'