You will never do anything away from here.

You must stay here, where--where I can look after you, Jean Jacques." The light in his eyes flamed up, died down, flamed up again, and presently it covered all his face, as he grasped what she meant.
"Wonder of God, do you forget ?" he asked.

"I am married--married still, Virginie Poucette.

There is no divorce in the Catholic Church--no, none at all.

It is for ever and ever." "I said nothing about marriage," she said bravely, though her face suffused.
"Hand of Heaven, what do you mean?
You mean to say you would do that for me in spite of the Cure and--and everybody and everything ?" "You ought to be taken care of," she protested.