I cannot leave her alone amidst dangers from which neither innocence nor obscurity is a safeguard.

In your blessed Republic, a good and unsuspected citizen, who casts a desire on any woman, maid or wife, has but to say, 'Be mine, or I denounce you!' In a word, Viola must share our flight." "What so easy?
I see your passports provide for her." "What so easy?
What so difficult?
This Fillide--would that I had never seen her!--would that I had never enslaved my soul to my senses! The love of an uneducated, violent, unprincipled woman, opens with a heaven, to merge in a hell! She is jealous as all the Furies; she will not hear of a female companion; and when once she sees the beauty of Viola!--I tremble to think of it.

She is capable of any excess in the storm of her passions." "Aha, I know what such women are! My wife, Beatrice Sacchini, whom I took from Naples, when I failed with this very Viola, divorced me when my money failed, and, as the mistress of a judge, passes me in her carriage while I crawl through the streets.

Plague on her!--but patience, patience! such is the lot of virtue.

Would I were Robespierre for a day!" "Cease these tirades!" exclaimed Glyndon, impatiently; "and to the point.