Evelyn Everett-Green, Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the people (1895)
“ I love you! Surely you will not tell me in return that you hate me, and would spurn me from your presence. O Bride, my life, my love! do not say that you have no love to give me in return.”There was something so appealing in his voice that her heart was touched with compassion, though with no answering response. She let him possess himself of her hand, but it lay cool and passive in his hot clasp.“I do not hate you, Eustace—why should I? I do not hate any living thing. I do not spurn you. I do not spurn your love.” ”
