Elizabeth Gaskell,
Mary Barton — Chapter XI
(1848)
“ Her voice was calm, although she trembled from head to foot. "I will always be your friend, Jem, but I can never be your wife.""Not my wife?" said he mournfully. "O Mary, think awhile! you cannot be my friend if you will not be my wife. At least, I can never be content to be only your friend. Do think awhile! If you say No, you will make me hopeless, desperate. It's no love of yesterday. It has made the very groundwork of all that people call good in me. I don't know what I shall be if you won't have me. And, Mary, think how glad your father would be! ”
