Her heart was too much contracted.

She could not have spoken.
Seeing she was not going to reply, he continued, almost bitterly, giving himself away: 'I can't say it is love I have to offer--and it isn't love I want.

It is something much more impersonal and harder--and rarer.' There was a silence, out of which she said: 'You mean you don't love me ?' She suffered furiously, saying that.
'Yes, if you like to put it like that.

Though perhaps that isn't true.
I don't know.

At any rate, I don't feel the emotion of love for you--no, and I don't want to.