'You
have saved my life:
I have a pleasure in owing you so immense
a debt. I cannot say
more. Nothing else
that has being would have been tolerable
to me in the character of creditor
for such an obligation:
but you: it is different;-
I feel your benefits
no burden, Jane.'
He paused; gazed at me: words
almost visible trembled on his lips,- but his voice
was checked.
'Good-night again, sir. There is no debt, benefit, burden,
obligation, in the case.'
'I knew,' he continued,
you would do me good
in some way, at
some time;- I saw it in your eyes
when I first beheld you: their expression
and smile did not'- (again he stopped)- 'did not' (he
proceeded hastily)
'strike delight to my very inmost heart so for nothing.
People talk of natural sympathies; I have heard of good
genii*: there are grains of truth in the wildest fable.
My cherished preserver,
good-night!'
Strange energy was in his voice, strange
fire in his look.
'I am glad I happened to be awake,' I said: and then
I was going.
'What! you will go?'
'I am cold, sir.'
'Cold? Yes,- and standing in a pool! Go, then, Jane;
go!' But he still retained
my hand, and I could
not free it. I bethought
myself of an expedient.
'I think I hear Mrs. Fairfax move, sir,' said I.
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