I can bear this no longer. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been but never inconstant. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it eight years ago.
I have loved none but you.
and yet

Captain Fredrick Wentworth

“After all what right does a humble sailor have to expect any better?”
“But that Captain Wentworth is not very gallant towards you, Anne. When Henrietta asked him what he thought of you, he said you were so altered he would not have known you again.”