Go to some seaside place.
How is it possible that all your talent should have left you?
It's only that you have been so anxious and in such poor health.
You say I don't love you, but I have thought and thought what
would be best for you to do, how you could save yourself. How can
you sink down to the position of a poor clerk in some office?
That CAN'T be your fate, Edwin; it's incredible. Oh, after such
bright hopes, make one more effort! Have you forgotten that we
were to go to the South together--you were to take me to Italy
and Greece? How can that ever be if you fail utterly in
literature? How can you ever hope to earn more than bare
sustenance at any other kind of work?'
He all but lost consciousness of her words in gazing at the face
she held up to his.
'You love me? Say again that you love me!'
'Dear, I love you with all my heart. But I am so afraid of the
future. I can't bear poverty; I have found that I can't bear it.
And I dread to think of your becoming only an ordinary man--'
Reardon laughed.
'But I am NOT "only an ordinary man," Amy! If I never write
another line, that won't undo what I have done.
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