I never told him.

If he knew my heart, he would speak to me, he would not be so deaf to his poor Margaret.

It is all a trick to make me cry out and betray him; but no! I love him too well for that.

I'll choke first." And she seized her own throat, to check her wild desire to scream in her terror and anguish.
"If he would but say one word.

Oh, Gerard! don't die without a word.
Have mercy on me and scold me, but speak to me: if you are angry with me, scold me! curse me! I deserve it: the idiot that killed the man she loved better than herself.