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in another feelings and views in which it has no power to
sympathise: in short, as a man, he would have wished to coerce me
into obedience: it was only as a sincere Christian he bore so
patiently with my perversity, and allowed so long a space for
reflection and repentance.
That night, after he had kissed his sisters, he thought proper to
forget even to shake hands with me, but left the room in silence. I-
who, though I had no love, had much friendship for him-was hurt
by the marked omission: so much hurt that tears started to my
‘I see you and St. John have been quarrelling, Jane,’ said Diana,
‘during your walk on the moor. But go after him; he is now
lingering in the passage expecting you-he will make it up.’ I have
not much pride under such circumstances: I would always rather
be happy than dignified; and I ran after him-he stood at the foot of
‘Good-night, St. John,’ said I.
‘Good-night, Jane,’ he replied calmly.
‘Then shake hands,’ I added.
What a cold, loose touch he impressed on my fingers! He was
deeply displeased by what had occurred that day; cordiality would
not warm, nor tears move him. No happy reconciliation was to be
had with him-no cheering smile or generous word: but still the
Christian was patient and placid; and when I asked him if he
forgave me, he answered that he was not in the habit of cherishing
the remembrance of vexation; that he had nothing to forgive, not
having been offended.
And with that answer he left me. I would much rather he had
knocked me down.