Knowing _that_, you cannot, you will not wish to unite your noble, brilliant destiny with mine.

This hour will be remembered as a dream, a bright, but fleeting dream." "What do I care for the past ?" he exclaimed, detaining me as I endeavored to move on.

"Talk not of a clouded name.

Will not mine absorb it?
What shaft of malice can pierce you, with my arm as a defence, and my bosom as a shield?
Gabriella, it is you that I love, not the dead and buried past.

You are the representative of all present joy and hope.