Will’s hand was gentle on Tessa’s arm, though his face was almost expressionless, seeming carved out of granite. “You do not agree with the rest of them, do you?” she said, with more of a sharp edge than she meant. “That I should not marry Jem today. You asked me if I loved him enough to marry him and make him happy, and I told you I did. I don’t know if I can make him happy entirely, but I can try.” “If anyone can, you can,” he said, his eyes locking with hers. “The others think I have illusions about his health.” “Hope is not illusion.” The words were encouraging, but there was something in
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