"I did not think that so short an acquaintance could have--Oh, I know not what to say--nor how to act.

My father's prejudices.

You are a Catholic." "And will die one, Miss Folliard." "But why should you be unhappy?
You do not deserve to be so." "That is precisely what made me ask you just now if you believed in fate." "Oh, I know not.

I cannot answer such a question; but why should you be unhappy, with your brave, generous, and noble heart?
Surely, surely, you do not deserve it." "I said before that I have no hope, Miss Folliard.

I shall carry with me my love of you through life; it is my first, and I feel it will be my last--it will be the melancholy light that will burn in the sepulchre of my heart to show your image there.