She argued. She cried. She took my faltering, my tortured refusals for something far finer than they really were. At the end of the afternoon, before… - John Fowles

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She argued. She cried. She took my faltering, my tortured refusals for something far finer than they really were. At the end of the afternoon, before we left the wood, and with a solemnity and sincerity, a complete dedication of herself that I cannot describe to you because such unconditional promising is another extinct mystery...she said, Whatever happens I shall never marry anyone but you.