Don't deceive yourself.

We have nothing to do but disobey them or part." "And you can say that, Walter?
Oh, have a little patience!" "So I would," said Walter, "if there was any hope.

But there is none.
There is nothing to wait for but the death of our parents, and by that time I shall be an elderly man, and you will have lost your bloom and wasted your youth--for what?
No; I feel sometimes this will drive me mad, or make me a villain.

I am beginning to hate my own father, and everybody else that thwarts my love.

How can they earn my hate more surely?
No, Mary; I see the future as plainly as I see your dear face, so pale and shocked.