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Well, he pursued, after inflating Ripton with this rapturous prospect,
gpt
--he pronounced
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Love!
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Well, when I recovered I thought I did not care for her. It shows how we know ourselves! And I cared for nothing. I felt as if I had no blood. I tried to imitate my dear Austin. I wish to God he were here. I love Austin. He would understand her. He's coming back this year, and then--but it'll be too late then.--Well, my father's always scheming to make me perfect--he has never spoken to me a word about her, but I can see her in his eyes--he wanted to give me a change, he said, and asked me to come to town with my uncle Hippy, and I consented. It was another plot to get me out of the way! As I live, I had no more idea of meeting her than of flying to heaven!
human
Well, the hero went on,
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I came to town. There I heard she was coming, too--coming home. It must have been fate, Ripton! Heaven forgive me! I was angry with her, and I thought I should like to see her once--only once--and reproach her for being false--for she never wrote to me. And, oh, the dear angel! what she must have suffered!--I gave my uncle the slip, and got to the railway she was coming by. There was a fellow going to meet her--a farmer's son--and, good God! they were going to try and make her marry him! I remembered it all then. A servant of the farm had told me. That fellow went to the wrong station, I suppose, for we saw nothing of him. There she was--not changed a bit!--looking lovelier than ever! And when she saw me, I knew in a minute that she must love me till death!--You don't know what it is yet, Rip!--Will you believe, it?-- Though I was as sure she loved me and had been true as steel, as that I shall see her to-night, I spoke bitterly to her. And she bore it meekly- -she looked like a saint. I told her there was but one hope of life for me--she must prove she was true, and as I give up all, so must she. I don't know what I said. The thought of losing her made me mad. She tried to plead with me to wait--it was for my sake, I know. I pretended, like a miserable hypocrite, that she did not love me at all. I think I said shameful things. Oh what noble creatures women are! She hardly had strength to move. I took her to that place where you found us, Rip! she went down on her knees to me, I never dreamed of anything in life so lovely as she looked then. Her eyes were thrown up, bright with a crowd of tears--her dark brows bent together, like Pain and Beauty meeting in one; and her glorious golden hair swept off her shoulders as she hung forward to my hands.--Could I lose such a prize.--If anything could have persuaded me, would not that?--I thought of Dante's Madonna--Guido's Magdalen.--Is there sin in it? I see none! And if there is, it's all mine! I swear she's spotless of a thought of sin. I see her very soul? Cease to love her? Who dares ask me? Cease to love her? Why, I live on her!--To see her little chin straining up from her throat, as she knelt to me!--there was one curl that fell across her throat
human
Well? said Ripton,
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Young Tom? Why, it's young Torn Blaize--son of our old enemy, Rip! I like the old man now. Oh! I saw nothing of the fellow.
human
Lord! cried Ripton,
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But when he goes to the train, and finds she's not there?
human
I've provided for that. The fool went to the South-east instead of the South-west. All warmth, all sweetness, comes with the South-west!--I've provided for that, friend Rip. My trusty Tom awaits him there, as if by accident. He tells him he has not seen her, and advises him to remain in town, and go for her there to-morrow, and the day following. Tom has money for the work. Young Tom ought to see London, you know, Rip!--like you. We shall gain some good clear days. And when old Blaize hears of it--what then? I have her! she's mine!--Besides, he won't hear for a week. This Tom beats that Tom in cunning, I'll wager. Ha! ha! the hero burst out at a recollection.
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What do you think, Rip? My father has some sort of System with me, it appears, and when I came to town the time before, he took me to some people--the Grandisons--and what do you think? one of the daughters is a little girl--a nice little thing enough very funny--and he wants me to wait for her! He hasn't said so, but I know it. I know what he means. Nobody understands him but me. I know he loves me, and is one of the best of men--but just consider!--a little girl who just comes up to my elbow. Isn't it ridiculous? Did you ever hear such nonsense?
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No, no! The die's cast! said Richard.
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They've been plotting for a year up to this day, and this is what comes of it! If my father loves me, he will love her. And if he loves me, he'll forgive my acting against his wishes, and see it was the only thing to be done. Come! step out! what a time we've been!