To you I am accustomed to speak every thought of my soul, and I tell you the world and all it has is dead to me, even my parents--I hate them.' Marko pressed her hands.

If he loved her slavishly, it was generously.
The wild thing he said was one of the frantic leaps of generosity in a heart that was gone to impulse: 'I see it, they have martyrized you.

I know you so well, Clotilde! So, then, come to me, come with me, let me cherish you.

I will take you and rescue you from your people, and should it be your positive wish to meet Alvan again, I myself will take you to him, and then you may choose between us.' The generosity was evident.

There was nevertheless, to a young woman realizing the position foreshadowed by such a project, the suspicion of a slavish hope nestling among the circumstances in the background, and this she was taught by the dangerous emotion of gratitude gaining on her, and melting her to him.
She too had a slavish hope that was athirst and sinking, and it flew at the throat of Marko's, eager to satiate its vengeance for these long delays in the destroying of a weaker.
She left her chair and cried: 'As you will.