You will find it to be a sorry place for one who was your affianced bride." "Who _is_ my affianced bride," said Trendellsohn.
"No, sir!--who was, but is so no longer.

You will have to ask my pardon, at my feet, before I will let you speak to me again as my lover.

Go and search.

Look for your deed--and then you shall see that I will tear out my own heart rather than submit to the ill-usage of distrust from one who owes me so much faith as you do." "Nina," he said.
"Well, sir." "I do trust you." "Yes--with a half trust--with one eye closed, while the other is watching me.

You think you have so conquered me that I will be good to you, and yet cannot keep yourself from listening to those who whisper that I am bad to you.