"But you love her.” Will stared at him. “Of course I do,” he said finally. “I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her."

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We soon get through with Nature. She excites an expectation which she cannot satisfy. The merest child which has rambled into a copsewood dreams of a wildness so wild and strange and inexhaustible as Nature can never show him.

— Henry David Thoreau