She trembles, pales, and finally bursts into a passion of tears that have no anger in them, only intense grief.
"I do not," says the professor, who is trembling too, but whose utterance is firm.

"Whatever my thoughts are, _your_ reading of them is entirely wrong." "Well, at all events you can't deny one thing," says she checking her sobs, and gazing at him again with undying enmity.

"You want to get rid of me, you are determined to marry me to some one, so as to get me out of your way.

But I shan't marry to please _you._ I needn't either.

There is somebody else who wants to marry me besides your--_your_ candidate!" with an indignant glance.