Her lips parted, as if her breath came hard.
Burr made as if to pass on without another word, but she held out her hand to stop him, though she did not touch him.
"Stop, Burr," she said, with a strange, almost oratorical manner, that he had never seen in her before.

It was almost as if she mounted before his eyes a platform of her own love and higher purposes.
"Listen to me," she said.

"That night when I was in such terrible anger with you that for a second I would have killed you, I put it out of your power forever to do anything that could turn me against you again.

I broke my own spirit that night, Burr.

The wrong I would have done you outweighs all you ever have done or ever can do me.
There is no wrong in this world that you can do me, if I will not take it so; and as for the wrong you may have done yourself--that only makes me more faithful to you, Burr." Burr stood looking at her, speechless.