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But Mr. Hale Resolved That He Would Not Be Disturbed By Any Such Nonsensical Idea; So He Lay Awake, Determining Not To Think About It.

It Had Been A Royal Time Of Luxury To Him, With All Its Stings And Contumelies, Compared To The Poverty That Crept Round And Clipped The Anticipation Of The Future Down To Sordid Fact, And Life Without An Atmosphere Of Either Hope Or Fear.

Oh, Mr. Thornton, I Am Not Good Enough!' 'not Good Enough! Don't Mock My Own Deep Feeling Of Unworthiness.

And So She Shuddered Away From The Threat Of His Enduring Love. What Did He Mean? Had She Not The Power To Daunt Him? She Would See. It Was More Daring Than Became A Man To Threaten Her.

If Mr. Thornton Was A Fool In The Morning, As He Assured Himself At Least Twenty Times He Was, He Did Not Grow Much Wiser In That Afternoon. All That He Gained In Return For His Sixpenny Omnibus Ride, Was A More Vivid Conviction That There Never Was, Never Could Be, Any One Like Margaret; That She Did Not Love Him And Never Would; But That She — No! Nor The Whole World — Should Never Hinder Him From Loving Her.