She loves me for ever.

I am a kind of Don Juan, you know!' And, drawing himself up to his full height, with his hand on his hip, wagging the hideous thing that was his head on his shoulders, he roared, 'Look at me! I AM DON JUAN TRIUMPHANT!' And, when I turned away my head and begged for mercy, he drew it to him, brutally, twisting his dead fingers into my hair." "Enough! Enough!" cried Raoul.

"I will kill him.

In Heaven's name, Christine, tell me where the dining-room on the lake is! I must kill him!" "Oh, be quiet, Raoul, if you want to know!" "Yes, I want to know how and why you went back; I must know! ...

But, in any case, I will kill him!" "Oh, Raoul, listen, listen! ...