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And then she would pout like a disappointed child; a pensive
cloud would soften her radiant vivacity; she would withdraw her hand
hastily from his, and turn in transient petulance from his aspect,
at once so heroic and so martyr-like. St. John, no doubt, would have
given the world to follow, recall, retain her, when she thus left him;
but he would not give one chance of heaven, nor relinquish, for the
elysium of her love, one hope of the true, eternal Paradise.
Besides, he could not bind all that he had in his nature- the rover,
the aspirant, the poet, the priest- in the limits of a single passion.
He could not- he would not- renounce his wild field of mission warfare
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for the parlours and the peace of Vale Hall. I learnt so much from
himself in an inroad I once, despite his reserve, had the daring to
make on his confidence.
Miss Oliver already honoured me with frequent visits to my cottage.
I had learnt her whole character, which was without mystery or
disguise: she was coquettish, but not heartless; exacting, but not
worthlessly selfish. She had been indulged from her birth, but was not
absolutely spoilt. She was hasty, but good-humoured; vain (she could
not help it, when every glance in the glass showed her such a flush of
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