But remember that a murdered man stands between us, and that I loathe and execrate you." Rage and jealousy tortured Norbert's soul.

Though George de Croisenois was no more, he was still his successful rival in Marie's love.
"You forget," said he in a voice hoarse with passion, "that you are mine, and that, as your husband, I can make your existence one long scene of agony and misery.

Keep this fact in your memory.

To-morrow, at six o'clock, I shall be here." The clock was striking two as he left the house and hastened to the spot where he had left his horse.
The soldier was still pacing backwards and forwards, leading the Duke's horse.
"My faith!" said the man, as soon as he perceived Norbert, "you pay precious long visits.

I had only leave to go to the theatre, and I shall get into trouble over this." "Pshaw! I promised you twenty francs.