I could never look at you, nor kiss you, do you understand ?" Then he in his turn spoke into her ear: "My little mother, you are to stay, because I insist, because I want you.

And you must pledge your word to obey me, now, at once." "No, my child." "Yes, mother, you must; do you hear?
You must." "No, my child, it is impossible.

It would be condemning us all to the tortures of hell.

I know what that torment is; I have known it this month past.

Your feelings are touched now, but when that is over, when you look on me as Pierre does, when you remember what I have told you--oh, my Jean, think--think--I am your mother!" "I will not let you leave me, mother.