Forget her, dear; give her up.

I love you.
She is cold and formal and prudish; she is not capable of loving you as I do.

She loves your fortune, not you, and I--oh, I would die if you bid me! Give her up, Edgar, and love me!" When the passionate outburst of tears had had full vent, I unclasped her arms and placed her in a chair.
"Let us talk reasonably, Coralie.

You ask me what is impossible.

I shall never, with life, give up my engagement to Miss Thesiger." A strange, bitter smile parted her white lips.