There is the desolation of my heart and my soul.

There is my peace; there is my despair.

Stamp them into the dust; so that you take me, were it even mortally hating me!' The frightful vehemence of the man, now reaching its full height, so additionally terrifies her as to break the spell that has held her to the spot.

She swiftly moves towards the porch; but in an instant he is at her side, and speaking in her ear.
'Rosa, I am self-repressed again.

I am walking calmly beside you to the house.