‘You will not ask me what is the point of envy. You are…
‘You will not ask me what is the point of envy. You are determined, I see, to have no curiosity. You are wise — but I cannot be wise. Emma, I must tell what you will not ask, though I may wish it unsaid the next moment.’
‘Oh! then, don’t speak it, don’t speak it,’ she eagerly cried. ‘Take a little time, consider, do not commit yourself.’
‘Thank you,’ said he, in an accent of deep mortification, and not another syllable followed.
I’m sorry Ian, but they’re both great. They’re just different.
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