"An effort calculated for what?" And then as she hung 昀re, "I＇m capable of nothing with regard to you,"he went on, "but just of being infernally in love with you. If one＇s strong one loves only the more strongly."
"There＇s a good deal in that;" and indeed our young lady felt the force of it—felt it thrown off, into the vast of truth and poetry, as practically a bait to her imagination. But she promptly came round. "Think of me or not, as you find most possible; only leave me alone."