of happiness in the future, when you and I, hand in hand, will work together for that great cause you hold so dear ...

the freedom and liberties of France." "Ah, yes!" he sighed in utter dejection, "when that happy time comes ...
but ..." "You do not trust me ?" she asked reproachfully.
"With all my heart, my Suzanne," he replied, "but you are so beautiful, so rich ...

and other men ..." "There are no other men for me," she retorted simply.

"I love you." "Will you prove it to me ?" "How can I ?" "Be mine ...

mine absolutely," he urged eagerly with passion just sufficiently subdued to make her pulses throb.