And even when I saw that love was burning in your eyes, you remained stiff-necked and tried to run away from me.

If I was set upon happiness, I found I must take it by force.

I know you better now.

You were capable of never confessing your love to me, of never asking anything of me.

Am I right or not, tell me ?" "You are right," he murmured.
"But that would have been a sin--a deadly sin, a capital crime against the High Majesty of Nature.