Swear that you will never drink too much again.

It makes me sad." "On my honour I never will.

I'd rather die than hurt you by word or deed." "Are you sure ?" she returned with more concern in her voice than she suspected.
"Sure?
If I don't keep my word I should fear to face your anger." "I shouldn't be angry, only sorry." "I'd rather have your anger than your pity.

I might pacify the first but the second--while you are pitying me you might also despise me.

I could never endure that." His voice trembled with genuine emotion.