She wished to sound the depths of his thoughts, to study the ripeness of her preparation--before risking the decisive blow.

Her examination was satisfactory.
"And now that you know me," she said with painful slowness, "begone!...
You cannot love me.

I am a spy, just as you say,--a contemptible being....

I know that you will not be able to continue loving me after what I have revealed to you.

Take yourself away in your boat, like the heroes of the legends; we shall not see each other more.