2012-2-15 11:43:23 版主
“No. You must stay! I swear it — and the oath shall be kept”.
“I tell you I must go!” I retorted, roused to something like passion.
“Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am
an automaton? — a machine without feeling? and can bear to have my
morsel of bread snatched from my lips，and my drop of living water
dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain,
and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as
much soul as you, — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me
with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you
to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now
through the medium of custom, conventionalities，nor even of mortal
flesh — it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had
passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we