But she still sobbed, and still kept her eyes fixed upon the ground.
"Clara, say one word to me.

Say that you do not hate me." But just at that moment she had not one word to say.
"If you will bid me do so, I will leave this country altogether.

I will go away, and I shall not much care whither.

I can only stay now on condition of your loving me.

I have thought of this day for the last year past, and now it has come." Every word that he now spoke was gospel to her.