A courage not of herself, never known before, sparkled in her eyes, and dilated her stature.
Living or dead, she would be faithful still to Zanoni! There was a new motive to the preservation of honour.

The door opened, and the prince entered in the gorgeous and gaudy custume still worn at that time in Naples.
"Fair and cruel one," said he, advancing with a half-sneer upon his lip, "thou wilt not too harshly blame the violence of love." He attempted to take her hand as he spoke.
"Nay," said he, as she recoiled, "reflect that thou art now in the power of one that never faltered in the pursuit of an object less dear to him than thou art.

Thy lover, presumptuous though he be, is not by to save thee.

Mine thou art; but instead of thy master, suffer me to be thy slave." "Prince," said Viola, with a stern gravity, "your boast is in vain.

Your power! I am NOT in your power.