Yes, George, I love you; but the voice of duty speaks louder than the whispers of the heart.

I may die of grief, but there will be no stain upon my marriage robe, no remorse eating out my heart.

Farewell!" But the Marquis would not consent to this immediate dismissal, and appeared to be about to speak.
"Go!" said the Duchess, with an air of command.

"Leave me at once!" Then, as he made no effort to obey her, she went on, "If you really love me, let my honor be as dear to you as your own, and never try to see me again.

The peril we are now in shows how necessary this last determination of mine is.