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the pale of his favour。
Not that St。 John harboured a spirit of unchristian vindictiveness— not that he would have injured a hair of my head； if it had been fully in his power to do so。 Both by nature and principle； he was superior to the mean gratification of vengeance： he had forgiven me for saying I scorned him and his love； but he had not forgotten the words； and as long as he and I lived he never would forget them。 I saw by his look； when he turned to me； that they were always written on the air between me and him； whenever I spoke； they sounded in my voice to his ear； and their echo toned every answer he gave me。
He did not abstain from conversing with me： he even called me as usual each morning to join him at his desk； and I fear the corrupt man within him had a pleasure unimparted to； and unshared by； the pure Christian； in evincing with what skill he could； while acting and speaking apparently just as usual； extract from every deed and every phrase the spirit of interest and approval which had formerly municated a certain austere charm to his language and manner。 To me； he was in reality bee no longer flesh； but marble； his eye was a cold； bright； blue gem； his tongue a speaking instrument— nothing more。
All this was torture to me—refined； lingering torture。 It kept up a slow fire of indignation and a trembling trouble of grief； which harassed and crushed me altogether。 I felt how—if I were his wife； this good man； pure as the deep sunless source； could soon kill me； without drawing from my veins a single drop of blood； or receiving on his own crystal conscience the faintest stain of crime。 Especially I felt this when I made any attempt to propitiate him。 No ruth met my ruth。 He experienced no suffering from estrangement—no yearning after reconciliation； and though； more than once； my fast falling tears blistered the page over which we both bent； they produced no more effect on him than if his heart had been really a matter of stone or metal。 To his sisters； meantime； he was somewhat kinder than usual： as if afraid that mere coldness would not sufficiently convince me how pletely I was banished and banned； he added the force of contrast； and this I am sure he did not by force； but on principle。
The night before he left home； happening to see him walking in the garden about sunset； and remembering； as I looked at him； that this man； alienated as he now was； had once saved my life； and that we were near relations； I was moved to make a last attempt to regain his friendship。 I went out and approached him as he stood leaning over the little gate； I spoke to the point at once。
“St。 John； I am unhappy because you are still angry with me。 Let us be friends。”
“I hope we are friends；” was the unmoved reply； while he still watched the rising of the moon； which he had been contemplating as I approached。
“No； St。 John； we are not friends as we were。 You know that。”
“Are we not？ That is wrong。 For my part； I wish you no ill and all good。”
“I believe you； St。 John； for I am sure you are incapable of wishing any one ill； but； as I am your kinswoman； I should desire somewhat more of affection than that sort of general philanthropy you extend to mere strangers。”
“Of course；” he said。 “Your wish is reasonable； and I am far from regarding you as a stranger。”
This； spoken in a cool； tranquil tone； was mortifying and baffling enough。 Had I attended to the suggestions of pride and ire； I should immediately have left him； but something worked within me more strongly than those feelings could。 I deeply venerated my cousin’s talent and principle。 His friendship was of value to me： to lose it tried me severely。 I would not so soon relinquish the attempt to reconquer it。
“Must we part in this way； St。 John？ And when you go to India； will you leave me so； without a kinder word than you have yet spoken？”
He nooon and faced me。
“When I go to India； Jane； will I leave you！ What！ do you not go to India？”
“You said I could not unless I married you。”
“And you will not marry me！ You adhere to that resolution？”
Reader； do you know； as I do； what terror those cold people can put into the ice of their questions？ How much of the fall of the avalanche is in their anger？ of the breaking up of the frozen sea in their displeasure？
“No。 St。 John； I will not marry you。 I adhere to my resolution。”
The avalanche had shaken and slid a little forward； but it did not yet crash down。
“Once more； why this refusal？” he asked。
“Formerly；” I answered； “because you did not love me； now； I reply； because you almost hate me。 If I were to marry you； you would kill me。 You are killing me now。”
His lips and cheeks turned white—quite white。
“I should kill you—I am killing you？ Your words are such as ought not to be used： violent； unfeminine； and untrue。 They betray an unfortunate state of mind： they merit severe reproof： they would seem inexcusable； but that it is the duty of man to forgive his fellow even until seventy…and…seven times。”
I had finished the business now。 While earnestly wishing to erase from his mind the trace of my former offence； I had stamped on that tenacious surface another and far deeper impression； I had burnt it in。
“Now you will indeed hate me；” I said。 “It is useless to attempt to conciliate you： I see I have made an eternal enemy of you。”
A fresh wrong did these words inflict： the worse； because they touched on the truth。 That bloodless lip quivered to a temporary spasm。 I knew the steely ire I had whetted。 I was heart…wrung。
“You utterly misinterpret my words；” I said； at once seizing his hand： “I have no intention to grieve or pain you—indeed； I have not。”
Most bitterly he smiled—most decidedly he withdrew his hand from mine。 “And now you recall your promise； and will not go to India at all； I presume？” said he； after a considerable pause。
“Yes； I will； as your assistant；” I answered。
A very long silence succeeded。 What struggle there was in him between Nature and Grace in this interval； I cannot tell： only singular gleams scintillated in his eyes； and strange shadows passed over his face。 He spoke at last。
“I before proved to you the absurdity of a single woman of your age proposing to acpany abroad a single man of mine。 I proved it to you in such terms as； I should have thought； would have prevented your ever again alluding to the plan。 That you have done so； I regret—for your sake。”
I interrupted him。 Anything like a tangible reproach gave me courage at once。 “Keep to mon sense； St。 John： you are verging on nonsense。 You pretend to be shocked by what I have said。 You are not really shocked： for； with your superior mind； you cannot be either so dull or so conceited as to misunderstand my meaning。 I say again； I will be your curate； if you like； but never your wife。”
Again he turned lividly pale； but； as before； controlled his passion perfectly。 He answered emphatically but calmly—
“A female curate； who is not my wife； would never suit me。 With me； then； it seems； you cannot go： but if you are sincere in your offer； I will； while in town； speak to a married missionary； whose wife needs a coadjutor。 Your own fortune will make you independent of the Society’s aid； and thus you may still be spared the dishonour of breaking your promise and deserting the band you engaged to join。”
Now I never had； as the reader knows； either given any formal promise or entered into any engagement； and this language was all much too hard and much too despotic for the occasion。 I replied—
“There is no dishonour； no breach of promise； no desertion in the case。 I am not under the slightest obligation to go to India； especially with strangers。 With you I would have ventured much； because I admire； confide in； and； as a sister； I love you； but I am convinced that； go when and with whom I would； I should not live long in that climate。”
“Ah！ you are afraid of yourself；” he said； curling his lip。
“I am。 God did not give me my life to throw away； and to do as you wish me would； I begin to think； be almost equivalent to mitting suicide。 Moreover； before I definitively resolve on quitting England； I will know for certain whether I cannot be of greater use by remaining in it than by l