And then he proceeded to say it in a rather jumbled-up fashion , but very sincerely . I remember thinking at the time that he must have composed the speech in his head the night before , and rehearsed it several times , but was forgetting it in spots . When he ended with the self-same question that Jack had asked me three months before at Thrush Hill he stopped and took my hands . I looked up at him . His good , homely face was close to mine , and in his eyes was an unmistakable look of love and tenderness . I opened my mouth to say yes . And then there came over me in one rush the most awful realization of the sacrilege I was going to commit . I forgot everything except that I loved Jack Willoughby , and that I could never , never marry anybody in the world except him . Then I pulled my hands away and burst into hysterical , undignified tears . `` I beg your pardon , '' said Mr. Sinclair . `` I did not mean to startle you . Have I been too abrupt ? Surely you must have known -- you must have expected -- '' `` Yes -- yes -- I knew , '' I cried miserably , `` and I intended right up to this very minute to marry you . I 'm so sorry -- but I ca n't -- I ca n't . '' `` I do n't understand , '' he said in a bewildered tone . `` If you expected it , then why -- why -- do n't you care for me ? '' `` No , that 's just it , '' I sobbed . `` I do n't love you at all -- and I do love somebody else . But he is poor , and I hate poverty . So I refused him , and I meant to marry you just because you are rich . ''
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