"If you were--" "What then ?" she asked, with a smile, as he paused.
"I should either kill myself or you," he replied, "perhaps both.

Do not make me say such terrible things.

It could not be.

The sun may fall from the heavens, the sea rolling there may become dry land.
Nature--everything may prove false, but not you, the noblest, the truest of women.

Say 'I love you, Hugh,' and let those be your last words to me.