She responded fervently to my ejaculation. I continued:—
“I have only sought to prepare you for the management of my arbitrary nature, to keep you from suffering too much, and sinking beneath its exactions. You will bear with me patiently. Forgive me for my evil hours. Wait till the storm has overblown; and find me your own, then, as much as before; and let me feel that you are still mine—that the tempest has not separated our little vessels.”
“Will I not? Ah! do not fear for me, Edward. It is a happiness for me to weep here—here, in your arms. When you are sad and moody, I will come as now.”
“What if I repulse you?”
“You will not—no, no!—you will not.”
“But if I do I Suppose—-”
“Ah! it is hard to suppose that. But I will not heed it. I will come again.”
“And again?”
“And again!”
“Then you will conquer, Julia. I feel that you will conquer! You will drive out the devils. Surely, then, I shall be incorrigible no longer.”