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The water roared about his ears as he floated down into the crisp, cool deep. He let himself descend until his foot touched the bottom, then used his foot to push against it and propel himself to the surface. He broke free, gasping from the cold yet refreshing water, and shook his head.
“No. I have not shown much respect for myself up until now, but I would hope I respect myself more than that.” “And I respect you too much for that. I would want you to be left without a doubt as to my feelings. You deserve to be loved and cherished, Hannah. You deserve someone’s entire heart. Not the mangled thing I have.”
“My parents and the Lewistons expect me to be with Margaret, and she won’t leave my side. Yet, this whole evening, all I desired was to be with you. I wanted to dance with you, and I couldn’t do that. You wouldn’t even speak to me! It was the most acute torture watching men be flaunted in front of you—to watch their hungry glances trace your form, their minds filled with plans that I shudder to know. Their pocketbooks greedy for the funds you represent. It made me sick, and I could hardly stand it!”

