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´Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine - If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Cathrine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough, as her whole affection could be monopolized by him - Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse - it is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?´