We are accountable to no one on earth for our actions.

An insurmountable obstacle, for the moment, prevents us making our relations respectable in the eyes of the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick-maker by paying a few francs to a registry-office and a priest.

Has the mumbling of a priest so much meaning for you?
Must you first enjoy the edifying spectacle of a mavre in a fringed scarf before you can feel like my husband?
Or do you want any one else's consent?
My father is dead, but my mother would adore you and do anything in the world for you, if I told her you made her only child unspeakably happy.

What more do you want ?" "I could not reconcile myself to such a position, There is nothing to be said against your arguments.

But for me to live on you--" "For shame!" she cried, and tapped him lightly on the cheek with her forefinger.