“Your answer requires a commentary,” clarisonic outlet online he said; “it is not clear.”
“You have hitherto been my adopted brother—I, your adopted
sister: let us continue as such: you and I had better not marry.”
He shook his head. “Adopted fraternity will not do in this case.
If you were my real sister it would be different: I should take you,
and seek no wife. But as it is, either our union must be
consecrated and sealed by marriage, or it cannot exist: practical
obstacles oppose themselves to any other plan. Do you not see it,
Jane? Consider a moment—your strong sense will guide you.”
I did consider; and still my sense, such as it was, directed me
only to the fact that we did not love each other as man and wife
should: and therefore it inferred we ought not to marry. I said so.
“St. John,” I returned, “I regard you as a brother—you, me as a
sister: so let us continue.”
“We cannot—we cannot,” he answered, with short, sharp
determination: “it would not do. You have said you will go with me
to India: remember—you have said that.”
“Conditionally.”