Why did I not steadily refuse to become your wife?
You say that you have slain George.

Not so, for in my heart his memory will ever remain bright and ineffaceable." "Beware!" said Norbert furiously, "beware if----" "Ah, would you kill me too?
Do not fear resistance; my life is a blank without him.

He is dead; let death come to me; it would be a welcome visitant.

The only kindness that you could now bestow upon me would be my death-blow.

Strike then, and end it all! In death we should be united, George and I; and as my limbs grew stiff and my breath passed away, my whitening lips would murmur words of thanks." Norbert listened to her, overwhelmed by the intensity of her passion, and marvelling that he had any power to feel after the terrible event which had fallen upon his devoted head.
Could this be Marie, the soft and gentle woman, who spoke with such passionate vehemence and boldly braved his anger?
How could he have so misunderstood her?
He forgot all his anger in his admiration.