"Leave each other!" she commanded, as she approached the lovers, flourishing her long shrivelled arms about.

"Leave each other, and leave my house!" Laying her hand on Marie's arm, which was thrown around her lover's neck, she endeavored to tear her away, and draw her daughter toward herself.

But Marie clung only the more firmly, and Moritz pressed her more fervently to his heart.

They heeded not and heard not the outburst of anger which the mother gave way to.

They read in each other's eyes the bliss, the joy of meeting again, and the assurance of constant, imperishable love.
"You are pale and thin, my beloved!" "Sorrow for you is consuming me, Marie, but, thank Heaven, you are unchanged, and beautiful as ever!" "Hope and love have consoled and strengthened me, Philip." "Enough! I forbid you to speak another word to each other," and with the power which rage lends, the mother tore Marie away.