Tuesday, October 16, 2007

nude oil painting

present. To-morrow, I leave home for Cambridge: I have many friends
there to whom I should wish to say farewell. I shall be absent a
fortnight- take that space of time to consider my offer: and do not
forget that if you reject it, it is not me you deny, but God.
Through my means, He opens to you a noble career; as my wife only
can you enter upon it. Refuse to be my wife, and you limit yourself
for ever to a track of selfish ease and barren obscurity. Tremble lest
in that case you should be numbered with those who have denied the
faith, and are worse than infidels!'
He had done. Turning from me, he once more
'Looked to river, looked to hill.'
But this time his feelings were all pent in his heart: I was not
worthy to hear them uttered. As I walked by his side homeward, I
read well in his iron silence all he felt towards me: the
disappointment of an austere and despotic nature, which has met
resistance where it expected submission- the disapprobation of a cool,
inflexible judgment, which has detected in another feelings and

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