Tom Lefroy: I have no money, no property, I am entirely dependent upon that bizarre old lunatic, my uncle. I cannot yet offer marriage, but you must know what I feel. Jane, I'm yours. God, I'm yours. I'm yours, heart and soul. Much good that is. Jane Austen: Let me decide that. Tom Lefroy: What will we do? Jane Austen: What we must.
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