Say that you love me, or do not love me.

If you can look me in the face and say the last, I will leave you without another word.

I will take my sentence and go.' But this was just what Lesbia could not do.

She could not deny her love; and yet she could not sacrifice all things for her love.

She lifted the heavy lids which veiled those lovely eyes, and looked up at him imploringly.
'Give me time to breathe, time to think,' she said.
'And then will you answer me plainly, truthfully, without a shadow of reserve, remembering that the fate of two lives hangs on your words.' 'I will.' 'Let it be so, then.