What had withheld her, under such great provocation, from betraying that she had detected him in the theft of the emerald?
All was not yet lost; and he breathed more freely as he went back to the house where duty, and his anxiety for his father, required his presence.

There were his flowers, floating on the stream.
"Hatred cast them there," thought he, "but before they reach the sea many blossoms will have opened which were mere hard buds when she flung them away.

She can never love any man but me, I feel it, I know it.

The first time we looked into each other's eyes the fate of our hearts was sealed.

What she hates in me is my mad crime; what first set her against me was her righteous anger at my suit for Katharina.