thomas kinkade picture

thomas kinkade picture
van gogh painting
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"I felt myself," she added, "to be as solemnly engaged to him, as if the strictest legal convenant had bound us to each other." 　　 "I can believe it," said Elinor; "but unfortunately he did not feel the same." 　　 "He did feel the same, Elinor- for weeks and weeks he felt it. I know he did. Whatever may have changed him now (and nothing but the blackest art employed against me can have done it), I was once as dear to him as my own soul could wish. This lock of hair, which now he
oil painting can so readily give up, was begged of me with the most earnest supplication. Had you seen his look, his manner, had you heard his voice at that moment! Have you forgot the last evening of our being together at Barton? The morning that we parted too! When he told me that it might be many weeks before we met again- his distress- can I ever forget his distress?" 　　 For a moment or two she could say no more; but when this emotion had passed away, she added, in a firmer tone, "Elinor, I have been cruelly used; but not by Willoughby." 　　 "Dearest Marianne, who but himself? By whom can he have been instigated?"