Be you woman or Vampire, it is all the same to me.

It is _you_ whom I love! Should it be that you are--you are not woman, which I cannot believe, then it will be my glory to break your fetters, to open your prison, and set you free.

To that I consecrate my life." For a few seconds I stood silent, vibrating with the passion which had been awakened in me.

She had by now lost the measure of her haughty isolation, and had softened into womanhood again.

It was really like a realization of the old theme of Pygmalion's statue.