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"I love you," Buttercup said. " I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I've ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than ant woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But tem minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm. Your eyes are like that, did you know? Well they are. How many minutes ago was I? Twenty? Had I brought my feelings up to them? It doesn't matter." Buttercup still could not look at him. The sum was rising behind her now; she could feel the heat on her back, and gave her courage. "I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. I love you so much more now than when you opened your hovel door, there cannont be comparison. There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey. Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will do that. Do you want me to crawl? I will crawl. I will be quiet for you or sing for you, or if you are hungry, let me bring you food, or if you have thirst and nothing will quench it but Arabian wine, i will go to Araby, even though it is across the world, and bring a bottle back for your lunch. Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do. I know I cannont compete with the countess in skills or wisdom or appeal, and I saw the way she looked at you. And i saw the way you looked at her. But remember, please, that she is old and has other interests, while I am seventeen and for me there is only you. Dearest Westley-I've never called you that before, have I?-Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley,-darling Westley, adored Westley, sweet perfect Westley, whisper that I have a chance to when your love." And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done: she looked right into his eyes.