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； which had seemed blocked up； paratively clear。 My work； which had appeared so vague； so hopelessly diffuse； condensed itself as he proceeded； and assumed a definite form under his shaping hand。 He waited for an answer。 I demanded a quarter of an hour to think； before I again hazarded a reply。
“Very willingly；” he rejoined； and rising； he strode a little distance up the pass； threw himself down on a swell of heath； and there lay still。
“I can do what he wants me to do： I am forced to see and acknowledge that；” I meditated；—“that is； if life be spared me。 But I feel mine is not the existence to be long protracted under an Indian sun。 What then？ He does not care for that： when my time came to die； he would resign me； in all serenity and sanctity； to the God who gave me。 The case is very plain before me。 In leaving England； I should leave a loved but empty land—Mr。 Rochester is not there； and if he were； what is； what can that ever be to me？ My business is to live without him now： nothing so absurd； so weak as to drag on from day to day； as if I were waiting some impossible change in circumstances； which might reunite me to him。 Of course （as St。 John once said） I must seek another interest in life to replace the one lost： is not the occupation he now offers me truly the most glorious man can adopt or God assign？ Is it not； by its noble cares and sublime results； the one best calculated to fill the void left by uptorn affections and demolished hopes？ I believe I must say； Yes—and yet I shudder。 Alas！ If I join St。 John； I abandon half myself： if I go to India； I go to premature death。 And how will the interval between leaving England for India； and India for the grave； be filled？ Oh； I know well！ That； too； is very clear to my vision。 By straining to satisfy St。 John till my sinews ache； I shall satisfy him—to the finest central point and farthest outward circle of his expectations。 If I do go with him— if I do make the sacrifice he urges； I will make it absolutely： I will throw all on the altar—heart； vitals； the entire victim。 He will never love me； but he shall approve me； I will show him energies he has not yet seen； resources he has never suspected。 Yes； I can work as hard as he can； and with as little grudging。
“Consent； then； to his demand is possible： but for one item—one dreadful item。 It is—that he asks me to be his wife； and has no more of a husband’s heart for me than that frowning giant of a rock； down which the stream is foaming in yonder gorge。 He prizes me as a soldier would a good weapon； and that is all。 Unmarried to him； this would never grieve me； but can I let him plete his calculations—coolly put into practice his plans—go through the wedding ceremony？ Can I receive from him the bridal ring； endure all the forms of love （which I doubt not he would scrupulously observe） and know that the spirit was quite absent？ Can I bear the consciousness that every endearment he bestows is a sacrifice made on principle？ No： such a martyrdom would be monstrous。 I will never undergo it。 As his sister； I might acpany him—not as his wife： I will tell him so。”
I looked towards the knoll： there he lay； still as a prostrate column； his face turned to me： his eye beaming watchful and keen。 He started to his feet and approached me。
“I am ready to go to India； if I may go free。”
“Your ansentary；” he said； “it is not clear。”
“You have hitherto been my adopted brother—I； your adopted sister： let us continue as such： you and I had better not marry。”
He shook his head。 “Adopted fraternity will not do in this case。 If you were my real sister it would be different： I should take you； and seek no wife。 But as it is； either our union must be consecrated and sealed by marriage； or it cannot exist： practical obstacles oppose themselves to any other plan。 Do you not see it； Jane？ Consider a moment—your strong sense will guide you。”
I did consider； and still my sense； such as it was； directed me only to the fact that we did not love each other as man and wife should： and therefore it inferred we ought not to marry。 I said so。 “St。 John；” I returned； “I regard you as a brother—you； me as a sister： so let us continue。”
“We cannot—we cannot；” he answered； with short； sharp determination： “it would not do。 You have said you will go with me to India： remember—you have said that。”
“Conditionally。”
“Well—well。 To the main point—the departure with me from England； the co…operation with me in my future labours—you do not object。 You have already as good as put your hand to the plough： you are too consistent to withdraw it。 You have but one end to keep in view—how the work you have undertaken can best be done。 Simplify your plicated interests； feelings； thoughts； wishes； aims； merge all considerations in one purpose： that of fulfilling with effect— with power—the mission of your great Master。 To do so； you must have a coadjutor： not a brother—that is a loose tie—but a husband。 I； too； do not want a sister： a sister might any day be taken from me。 I want a wife： the sole helpmeet I can influence efficiently in life； and retain absolutely till death。”
I shuddered as he spoke： I felt his influence in my marrow—his hold on my limbs。
“Seek one elsewhere than in me； St。 John： seek one fitted to you。”
“One fitted to my purpose； you mean—fitted to my vocation。 Again I tell you it is not the insignificant private individual—the mere man； with the man’s selfish senses—I wish to mate： it is the missionary。”
“And I will give the missionary my energies—it is all he wants—but not myself： that would be only adding the husk and shell to the kernel。 For them he has no use： I retain them。”
“You cannot—you ought not。 Do you think God will be satisfied with half an oblation？ Will He accept a mutilated sacrifice？ It is the cause of God I advocate： it is under His standard I enlist you。 I cannot accept on His behalf a divided allegiance： it must be entire。”
“Oh！ I will give my heart to God；” I said。 “You do not want it。”
I will not swear； reader； that there was not something of repressed sarcasm both in the tone in which I uttered this sentence； and in the feeling that acpanied it。 I had silently feared St。 John till now； because I had not understood him。 He had held me in awe； because he had held me in doubt。 How much of him was saint； how much mortal； I could not heretofore tell： but revelations were being made in this conference： the analysis of his nature was proceeding before my eyes。 I saw his fallibilities： I prehended them。 I understood that； sitting there where I did； on the bank of heath； and with that handsome form before me； I sat at the feet of a man； caring as I。 The veil fell from his hardness and despotism。 Having felt in him the presence of these qualities； I felt his imperfection and took courage。 I I might argue—one whom； if I saw good； I might resist。
He was silent after I had uttered the last sentence； and I presently risked an upward glance at his countenance。
His eye； bent on me； expressed at once stern surprise and keen inquiry。 “Is she sarcastic； and sarcastic to me！” it seemed to say。 “What does this signify？”
“Do not let us forget that this is a solemn matter；” he said ere long； “one of which we may neither think nor talk lightly without sin。 I trust； Jane； you are in earnest when you say you will serve your heart to God： it is all I want。 Once wrench your heart from man； and fix it on your Maker； the advancement of that Maker’s spiritual kingdom on earth will be your chief delight and endeavour； you will be ready to do at once whatever furthers that end。 You will see what impetus would be given to your efforts and mine by our physical and mental union in marriage： the only union that gives a character of permanent conformity to the destinies and designs of human beings； and； passing over all minor caprices—all trivial difficulties and delicacies of feeling—all scruple about the degree； kind； strength or tenderness of mere personal inclination— you will hasten to enter into that union at once。”
“Shall I？” I said briefly； and I looked at his features； beautiful in their harmony； but strangely formidable in their still severity； at his brow； manding but not open； at his eyes； bright and deep and searching； but never soft； at his tall imposing figure； and fancied myself in idea HIS WIFE。 Oh！ it would never do！ As his curate； his rade； all would be right： I would cross oceans with him in that capacity； toil under Eastern suns； in Asian deserts with him in that office； admire and emulate his courage and devotion and vigour； acmodate quietly to his masterhood； smile undisturbed at his ineradicable ambition； discriminate the Christian from the man： profoundly esteem the one； and freely forgive the other。 I should suffer often； no doubt； attached to him only in this capacity： my body would be under rather a stringent yoke； but my heart and mind would be free。 I should still have my unblighted self to turn to： my natural unenslaved feelings with which to municate in moments of loneliness。 There would be recesses in my mind which would be only mine； to which he never came； and sentiments growing there fresh and sheltered which his austerity could never blight； nor his measured warrior…march trample down： but as his wife—at his side always； and always restrained； and always checked—forced to keep the fire of my nature continually low； to pel it to burn inwardly and never utter a cry； though the imprisoned flame consumed vital after vital—this would be unendurable。
“St。 John！” I exclaimed； when I had got so far in my meditation。
“Well？” he answered icily。
“I repeat I freely consent to go with you as your fellow…missionary； but not as your wife； I cannot marry you and bee part of you。”
“A part of me you must bee；” he answered steadily； “otherwise the whole bargain is void。 How can I； a man not yet thirty； take out with me to India a girl of nieen； unless she be married to me？ How can we be for ever together—sometimes in solitudes； sometimes amidst savage tribes—and unwed？”
“Very well；” I said shortly； “under the circumstances； quite as well as if I were either your real sister； or a man and a clergyman like yourself。”
“It is known that you are not my sister； I cannot introduce you as such： to attempt it would be to fasten injurious suspicions on us both。 And for the rest； though you have a man’s vigorous brain； you have a woman’s heart and—it would not do。”
“It would do；” I affirmed with some disdain； “perfectly well。 I have a woman’s heart； but not where you are concerned； for you I have only a rade’s constancy； a fellow…soldier’s frankness； fidelity； fraternity； if you like； a neophyte’s respect and submission to his hierophant： nothing more—don’t fear。”
“It is what I want；” he said； speaking to himself； “it is just what I want。 And there are obstacles in the way： they must be hewn down。 Jane； you would not repent marrying me—be certain of that； we must be married。 I repeat it： there is no other way； and undoubtedly enough of love would follow upon marriage to render the union right even in your eyes。”
“I scorn your idea of love；” I could not help saying； as I rose up and stood before him； leaning my back against the rock。 “I scorn the counterfeit sentiment you offer： yes； St。 John； and I scorn you when you offer it。”
He looked at me fixedly； pressing his well…cut lips while he did so。 Whether he was incensed or surprised； or what； it was not easy to tell： he could mand his countenance thoroughly。
“I scarcely expected to hear that expression from you；” he said： “I think I have done and uttered nothing to deserve scorn。”
I was touched by his gentle tone； and overawed by his high； calm mien。
“Forgive me the words； St。 John； but it is your own fault that I have been roused to speak so unguardedly。 You have introduced a topic on which our natures are at variance—a topic we should never discuss： the very name of love is an apple of discord between us。 If the reality were required； what should we do？ How should we feel？ My dear cousin； abandon your scheme of marriage—forget it。”
“No；” said he； “it is a long…cherished scheme； and the only one which can secure my great end： but I shall urge you no further at present。 To…morrow； I leave home for Cambridge： I have many friends there to whom I should wish to say farewell。 I shall be absent a fortnight—take that space of time to consider my offer： and do not forget that if you reject it； it is not me you deny； but God。 Through my means； He opens to you a noble career； as my wife only can you enter upon it。 Refuse to be my wife； and you limit yourself for ever to a track of selfish ease and barren obscurity。 Tremble lest in that case you should be numbered with those who have denied the faith； and are worse than infidels！”
He had done。 Turning from me； he once more
“Looked to river； looked to hill。”
But this time his feelings were all pent in his heart： I was not worthy to hear them uttered。 As I walked by his side homeward； I read well in his iron silence all he felt towards me： the disappointment of an austere and despotic nature； which has met resistance where it expected submission—the disapprobation of a cool； inflexible judgment； which has detected in anothe