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"I will call upon you again to-morrow."
"No—please not. Give me time."
"Yes—I will give you any time," he said earnestly and gratefully. "I am happier now."
"No—I beg you! Don't be happier if happiness only comes from my agreeing. Be neutral, Mr. Boldwood! I must think."
"I will wait," he said.
And then she turned away. Boldwood dropped his eyes to the ground, and stood long like a man who did not know where he was. Realities then returned upon him like the pain of a wound received in an excitement which eclipses it, and he, too, then went on.
