text:  Verily we are slaves to the fair miracle!" "Well " said his companion who had all this time been leisurely pulling to pieces some wild flowers he had gathered in the course of the morning's ramble "what does it all end in? What at last but the old story--love and a marriage?" "Love often where there is no possibility of marriage " replied Darcy starting up altogether from his recumbent posture and pacing to and fro under the shadow of the tree