You are the queen of my life, the holder of my soul.

Genevra, Genevra, I love you! My soul for one tender word, for one soft caress! Ah, do not be so cruel! I will be your slave--" "Enough! Stop, I say! If you dare to touch me!" she cried, drawing away from her tormentor, her voice trembling with anger.

The little conductor's manner changed on the instant.

He gave a snarl of rage and despair combined as he raised his clenched hands in the air.

For a moment words seemed to fail him.