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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 complete his calculations-