I feel it.

I know it." "You think you know it because you feel it.

Not a bad reason, either." "Then you ARE going to leave me ?" "Do you not feel it and know it?
Yes, my cherished Hetty, I assuredly am." She broke into wild exclamations of grief, and he drew her head down and kissed her with a tender action which she could not resist, and a wry face which she did not see.
"My poor Hetty, you don't understand me." "I only understand that you hate me, and want to go away from me." "That would be easy to understand.

But the strangeness is that I LOVE you and want to go away from you.

Not for ever.