And now you will not believe in me--not even in me who must in truth be what I am--even to death.

No! You won't.

And yet, Felicia, a woman like you and a man like me do not often come together on this earth." The flame of her glorious head scorched his face.

He flung his hat far away, and his suddenly lowered eyelids brought out startlingly his resemblance to antique bronze, the profile of Pallas, still, austere, bowed a little in the shadow of the rock.

"Oh! If you could only understand the truth that is in me!" he added.
She waited, as if too astounded to speak, till he looked up again, and then with unnatural force as if defending herself from some unspoken aspersion, "It's I who stand for truth here! Believe in you! In you, who by a heartless falsehood--and nothing else, nothing else, do you hear ?--have brought me here, deceived, cheated, as in some abominable farce!" She sat down on a boulder, rested her chin in her hands, in the pose of simple grief--mourning for herself.
"It only wanted this.