17/46 You lose breath.' 'Pray let us be friends,' said my mother, 'I couldn't live under coldness or unkindness. I have a great many defects, I know, and it's very good of you, Edward, with your strength of mind, to endeavour to correct them for me. Jane, I don't object to anything. I should be quite broken-hearted if you thought of leaving--' My mother was too much overcome to go on. |