"It is better on every account that we should part.

I cannot change my country; nor can you desert that glorious republic of which you feel so proud.

I am an Italian, and you are French; while, more than all, I worship my God, while you believe in the new opinions of your own nation.

Here are causes enough for separation surely, however favorably and kindly we may happen to think of each other in general." "Tell me not any more of the heart of an Italian girl, and of her readiness to fly to the world's end with the man of her choice!" exclaimed Raoul, bitterly.

"I can find a thousand girls in Languedoc who would make the circuit of the earth yearly rather than be separated a day from the seamen they have chosen for their husbands." "Then look among the girls of Languedoc for a wife," answered Ghita, with a smile so melancholy that it contradicted her words.