The risque of your being discovered is too great, and I will not expose myself to so dangerous a temptation.' 'Temptation, say you?
Forget that I am a Woman, and it no longer exists: Consider me only as a Friend, as an Unfortunate, whose happiness, whose life depends upon your protection.

Fear not lest I should ever call to your remembrance that love the most impetuous, the most unbounded, has induced me to disguise my sex; or that instigated by desires, offensive to YOUR vows and my own honour, I should endeavour to seduce you from the path of rectitude.

No, Ambrosio, learn to know me better.

I love you for your virtues: Lose them, and with them you lose my affections.

I look upon you as a Saint; Prove to me that you are no more than Man, and I quit you with disgust.