Don't listen to me--it will not be as hard for you--you are so young--you have no sins to torture you--only a little love to conquer and forget.

You will marry a man who lives for you, and who is patient and will wait till this is over.

Ah, no: by Heaven! I can't quite stand it yet.

Pauline, you never loved him, did you--never blushed for him--never listened for his coming with your lips apart and your heart fluttering, as I have seen you listen when you thought that I was coming?
No, I know you never loved him: I know you have loved me alone--me--who ought to have forbidden you.

Forgive--forgive--forgive me." A passion of tears had come to my relief, and I shook from head to foot with sobs.