Oh, I tell you, Miss Forrest, a thousand evil powers seem to rend me when I attempt to do what I long for." "I shall trust in you," she cried.

"Surely you are sufficiently interested in me to save me from a man like Voltaire ?" "Interested ?" I cried.

"I would die for you, I love you so.

And yet I can do nothing." "You can do something; you can do everything.

You can save me from him." "Oh," I cried, "I know I must appear a pitiful coward to you.