You are a part of my life, all of my joy.

Do you think I can give you up now that I have found the courage to begin the struggle?
I'll win my way and I'll win your love.

Nothing but death can stop me now.

Come! Don't look as though you hate me for it." "I do not hate you," she said humbly, almost glaring into his bright eyes, unable to turn from the love which governed them so completely.
"But you must not talk like this.

I cannot listen to you.