Of course I'm proud that they adore you, but I'd like to take you away from them and adore you all by myself.

Why, if the whole world turned against you, there'd be a kind of joy in that for me.

I'd be so glad of the chance to face it for you, to shield you from it always." "Then, what _is_ there would make you love me less ?" I went on, dwelling on the subject with a dreadful fascination, as one looks over the brink of a precipice.
"Nothing on God's earth--while you kept true to me." "And if I weren't true--if I deceived you ?" "Why, I'd kill you--and myself after.

But it makes me see red--a blazing scarlet--even to think of such a thing.

Why should you speak of it--when it's beyond possibility, thank Heaven! I know you love me, or you wouldn't make such noble sacrifices to save me from ruin." I shivered: and I shall not be colder when they lay me in my coffin.