'Look back! Look back at me!'
Thornton returned to his house. His mind was full of rush thoughts and loud noises. She was gone forever. He had lost her. For the first time in his life, he had love, and now lost. Should he follow her? Should he forget her? Is she gone really, forever? What should he do?
Mrs. Thornton looked at him with great sorrow. She knew his heart for long and could feel his suffering. "You must let her go", she said in her deep and firm voice. He laid his hand upon her shoulder, "She was never mine to lose, mother." He was determined to wipe her from his mind, but everything reminded him of her. That same room was the one in which he observed her at the party, when he wanted to be near her. His office had her shadow since the first day they had met. Even the workers, her friends, made him think of her. What should he do?
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Inside the carriage, Margaret cried. All her sorrows suddenly became monsters inside her head. She knew her aunt would never let her return to Milton. The way Mr. Thornton looked at her when they parted crushed her heart. She knew his feelings well enough to know his sufferings, and by now she was learning to know her own heart, and it was suffering. She could never look back at him as he did at the party, otherwise her heart would lead her to do something foolish. Margaret remembered every sight of Thornton, every movement, every word. They had quarrelled but she was learning how to love Milton, and now he was gone forever. What should she do?