Captain Wentworth:
I imagined myself indifferent to her but I was only angry and resentful. Too late... too late I began to understand myself and her. Never have I met her equal in good sense or sweetness of character. She's perfection itself. I've never loved any but her.
Captain Harville:
We are talking now of Anne Elliot?
Captain Wentworth:
Of course! Who else?
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