Be my wife, Miss Forrest; let me call you by your name, and I will wipe the blood from this knife, I will destroy every evidence of the dark deed.

Justin Blake shall not lie in a prison cell; his name shall not be a synonym for devilry; he shall not be mentioned with loathing.'" "And what then ?" I cried.

"What was her answer ?" "Man, she looked at him with loathing, but he did not see it.
"'Be your wife ?' she said.
"'My wife, Miss Forrest,' he replied.

'Love cannot be greater than mine.
I love the very ground on which you walk.

Be my wife and I will be your slave.