To speak it would seem to mar it by half expression.

But it will be yours always, and I shall take it to my grave.

It has been my redemption, and, as long as I live, no other woman shall enter my heart." He fell to his knee, catching her hands and kissing them passionately, but she raised him, saying:-- "If it is your will, I shall refuse the Duke of Tyrconnel, regardless of my duty to my father and my house, and shall wait for you, happy even in the waiting, or share your fortune, be it good or ill, from this hour.
Which shall it be ?" "Soon I shall be an exile, or climbing the steps of a scaffold on Tyburn Hill.

This must be our farewell.

Do not remain a moment longer.