Just as I prefer the words of Miss Austen, so I prefer those of Mrs Gaskell. But make sure you are sitting comfortably on the chaise longue, as the sheer thrilling power and passion of the words may leave you collapsed on the Aubusson.
::Hands around the Polish cordial and some smelling salts, just in case::
I do not want to be relieved from any obligation,' said he, goaded by her calm manner. Fancied, or not fancied - I question not myself to know which - I choose to believe that I owe my very life to you - ay - smile, and think it an exaggeration if you will. I believe it, because it adds a value to that life to think - oh, Miss Hale!' continued he, lowering his voice to such a tender intensity of passion that she shivered and trembled before him, 'to think circumstance so wrought, that whenever I exult in existence henceforward, I may say to myself, "All this gladness in life, all honest pride in doing my work in the world, all this keen sense of being, I owe to her!" And it doubles the gladness, it makes the pride glow, it sharpens the sense of existence till I hardly know if it is pain or pleasure, to think that I owe it to one - nay, you must, you shall hear' - said he, stepping forwards with stern determination - 'to one whom I love, as I do not believe man ever loved woman before.' He held her hand tight in his. He panted as he listened for what should come.
::gasping for breath::