"I love that misery which has allowed us to know, each other." "You will be my companion," continued Luna, in a soft tone.

"We will pass our lives together till death breaks the chain.

I will protect you, although the protection of a sick and persecuted man is not worth much." He passed his arm round the woman, raising her head with his other hand, fixing his eyes on those of Sagrario, which were shining in the starlight bright with tears.
"We shall be two souls, two minds who cherish one another without giving rein to passion, and with a purity such as no poets have imagined.

This night in which we have mutually confessed one to another, in which our souls have been laid open to one another is our wedding night; kiss me, companion of my life!" And in the silence of the cloister they kissed each other noiselessly, slowly, as though with their lips joined they were weeping over the misery of their past, and the brevity of a love around which death was circling.

Above, the lament of Beethoven went on unfolding its sad modulations, which floated through the cloister and round the sleeping Cathedral.
Gabriel stood erect sustaining Sagrario, who seemed almost fainting from the strength of her feelings; he looked up at the luminous space with almost priestly gravity, and said, whispering close to the young woman's ear: "Our life will be like a deserted garden, where amid fallen trunks and dead branches fresh foliage springs up.