I looked upon myself as another Judith; I gathered myself up, my knife in my hand, and when I saw him near me, stretching out his arms to find his victim, then, with the last cry of agony and despair, I struck him in the middle of his breast.
"The miserable villain! He had foreseen all.

His breast was covered with a coat-of-mail; the knife was bent against it.
"'Ah, ah!' cried he, seizing my arm, and wresting from me the weapon that had so badly served me, 'you want to take my life, do you, my pretty Puritan?
But that's more than dislike, that's ingratitude! Come, come, calm yourself, my sweet girl! I thought you had softened.

I am not one of those tyrants who detain women by force.

You don't love me.

With my usual fatuity I doubted it; now I am convinced.