the last supper

the last supper
He replied not: he seemed serious- abstracted; he sighed; he
half-opened his lips as if to speak: he closed them again. I felt a
little embarrassed. Perhaps I had too rashly overleaped
conventionalities; and he, like St. John, saw impropriety in my
inconsiderateness. I had indeed made my proposal from the idea that he
wished and would ask me to be his wife: an expectation, not the less
certain because unexpressed, had buoyed me up, that he would claim
me at once as his own. But no hint to that effect escaping him and his
countenance becoming more overcast, I suddenly remembered that I might
have been all wrong, and was perhaps playing the fool unwittingly; and
I began gently to withdraw myself from his arms- but he eagerly
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'No- no- Jane; you must not go. No- I have touched you, heard
you, felt the comfort of your presence- the sweetness of your
consolation: I cannot give up these joys. I have little left in
myself- I must have you. The world may laugh- may call me absurd,
selfish- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be
satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.'
'Well, sir, I will stay with you: I have said so.'
'Yes- but you understand one thing by staying with me; and I
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the last supper