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My dearest Emma," said he, "for dearest you will always be, whatever the event of this hour's conversation, my dearest, most beloved Emma -- tell me at once. Say 'No,' if it is to be said." She could really say nothing. "You are silent," he cried, with great animation; "absolutely silent! at present I ask no more."
Emma was almost ready to sink under the
agitation of this moment. The dread of being awakened from the happiest dream,
was perhaps the most prominent feeling.
"I cannot make speeches, Emma," he soon resumed; and in a tone of
such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing.
"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know
what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured
you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it.
Bear with the truths I would tell you now, dearest Emma, as well as you have
borne with them. The manner, perhaps, may have as little to recommend them. God
knows, I have been a very indifferent lover. But you understand me. Yes, you
see, you understand my feelings and will return them if you can. At present, I
ask only to hear, once to hear your voice. With the passing of
time, she would slowly tire of this exercise. She would find it increasingly
exhausting to conjure up, to dust off, to resuscitate once again what was long
dead. There would come a day, in fact, years later, when [she] would no longer
bewail his loss. Or not as relentlessly; not nearly. There would come a day
when the details of his face would begin to slip from memory's grip, when
overhearing a mother on the street call after her child by [his] name would no
longer cut her adrift. She would not miss him as she did now, when the ache of
his absence was her unremitting companion--like the phantom pain of an amputee.A loving relationship is one
in which the loved one is free to be himself -- to laugh with me, but never at
me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to
love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow
in a jealous heart.
Can
you surf really well, then?"
I looked at Grover, who was trying hard not to laugh.
"Jeez, Nico," I said. "I've never really tried."
He went on asking questions. Did I fight a lot with Thalia, since she was a daughter of Zeus? (I didn't answer that one.) If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff? (I tried not to strangle Nico for asking that one.) Was Annabeth my girlfriend? (At this point, I was ready to stick the kid in a meat-flavored sack and throw him to the wolves.)” I'm going to wake Peeta," I say.
"No, wait," says Finnick. "Let's do it together. Put our faces right in front of his."
I looked at Grover, who was trying hard not to laugh.
"Jeez, Nico," I said. "I've never really tried."
He went on asking questions. Did I fight a lot with Thalia, since she was a daughter of Zeus? (I didn't answer that one.) If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff? (I tried not to strangle Nico for asking that one.) Was Annabeth my girlfriend? (At this point, I was ready to stick the kid in a meat-flavored sack and throw him to the wolves.)” I'm going to wake Peeta," I say.
"No, wait," says Finnick. "Let's do it together. Put our faces right in front of his."
Well, there's so little opportunity for fun left in my life,
I agree. We position ourselves on either side of Peeta, lean over until our
faces are inches frim his nose, and give him a shake. "Peeta. Peeta, wake
up," I say in a soft, singsong voice.
His eyelids flutter open and then he jumps like we've stabbed him. "Aa!"
Finnick and I fall back in the sand, laughing our heads off. Every time we try to stop, we look at Peeta's attempt to maintain a disdainful expression and it sets us off again.” It's not because I want to make out with her."
Hold on." He grabbed a pencil and scrawled excitedly at the paper as if he'd just made a mathematical breakthrough and then looked back up at me. "I just did some calculations, and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit”
His eyelids flutter open and then he jumps like we've stabbed him. "Aa!"
Finnick and I fall back in the sand, laughing our heads off. Every time we try to stop, we look at Peeta's attempt to maintain a disdainful expression and it sets us off again.” It's not because I want to make out with her."
Hold on." He grabbed a pencil and scrawled excitedly at the paper as if he'd just made a mathematical breakthrough and then looked back up at me. "I just did some calculations, and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit”
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