he. “And
it is most
strange,
because of
its
contrast
with my
feeling
for you.”
She
regained
self-possession,
fixed her
eyes
calmly,
and
waited.
“You know
what that
feeling
is,”
continued
Boldwood
deliberately.
“A thing
strong as
death. No
dismissal
by a hasty
letter
affects
that.” “I
wish you
did not
feel so
strongly
about me,”
she
murmured.
“It is
generous
of you,
and more
than I
deserve,
but I must
not hear
it now.”
“Hear it?
What do
